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We most certainly are the sculptors of our own destiny.
We conceive and shape it.
Infuse life(as we see) in it and help it attain,retain and sustain a palpable presence.
Since we define it on our own,we are responsible for it too.
In all it's Zenith and Nadir...
Witnessing each layer unfurl to reveal the specimen of our craftsmanship...
in all it's glory...
OR
In shame...
when we stumble upon it.
And sleep walk through it.
Like a Zombie...oft not recognizing what it is all about.
Since the new found life is a mere orchestration,
Sock puppet-ed by a hand other than one's own.

THE QUESTION IS...
ARE WE WILLING TO FACE THE REAL 'FACE'... ?

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