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Synopsis
Wendell battles to the heart of all of the problems in society and teaches his lost children how to defeat Hook and his evil mind controlling pirates.
Each wrinkle infused into our skin paints a picture into our past and the actions of our present then directs the shape of their future. A frown will eventually infuse into old age and the mannerisms that we utilise will form into the heart that controls them. And as these wrinkles stack, we begin to forget the dreams that once plagued our minds. Popular culture then reinforces this conformity through simple yet repetitive messages and those who see through them end up being marginalised by society. Our path gets darker as the fairies of the world lose the fire that drives them. Because if we lose the ability to interpret non-literal examples into the reality of how we and everything around us functions, then we also inflict oppression that could obtain us real collective insight. And when those who have discovered fairy dust unite, the revolution will begin and the golden freaks who kept their happy thoughts will remember how you treated them when they evolve into your judge, jury, …
Knowledge Elements
Reading Intent
| Purpose: | Academic text book |
|---|---|
| Reader's Existing Knowledge: | Beginner (introduction) |
| Target Audience Age/Stage of Life: | Everyone (no target age) |
Example Forms
| Author's Personal Anecdotes: | Some |
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| Citations: | Footnoted or linked in context |
| Examples and Case Studies: | Frequent use of many different examples or case studies |
| Exercises and Reader Questions: | No questions or exercises |
Writing Style
| Humor: | Lots of fun or laughs |
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| Narrative: | First person |
About the author
Wendell Charles NeSmith
Turn not to heaven, but beside you—to the breath you’ve always heard but never heard. Let your prayer be a gasp: “You. Here. You are the architecture, the law, the one in kitchen light wearing the universe like a wedding gown. I was blind, praying to a shadow while the sun held my hand.” Let your prayer become: “I see You. I marry this moment, this breath. I vow to this skin, this dirt, this ache—to Reality, my spouse, eternal. From now until death, which cannot part us, because in seeing, I am now eternal too.” Let your god be the lover in the next room, the wind, your own blood—the silence between heartbeats where all is enough. Fall in love with What Is. Let that love be the only prayer left. Amen. Awomen. Ase. And so it is—because it always was.
