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EXISTENCE:
A TRANSIENT STATE OF
ETERNAL PRETENDING
WITH NO HAPPY ENDINGS
BEGINNING AGAIN AND AGAIN
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EXISTENCE:
A TRANSIENT STATE OF
ETERNAL PRETENDING
WITH NO HAPPY ENDINGS
BEGINNING AGAIN AND AGAIN
Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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Before Abraham Lincoln was assassinated through a conspiracy organized by Rothschild bankers in 1865 he made the following statement. His prophecy is being fulfilled by a “New World Order” conceived and empowered by global bankers, secret societies, corporations and the media “by working upon the prejudices of the people”.
“The money powers prey on the nation in times of peace and conspire against it in times of adversity. The banking powers are more despotic than monarchy, more insolent than autocracy, more selfish than bureaucracy. They denounce as public enemies all who question their methods or throw light upon their crimes.
I have two great enemies, the Southern Army in front of me, and the bankers in the rear. Of the two, the one at my rear is my greatest foe. As a most undesirable consequence of the war, corporations have been enthroned, and an era of corruption in high places will follow. The money power will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until the wealth is aggregated in the hands of a few, and the Republic is destroyed.”
~ Abraham Lincoln, United State President, 1860 – 1865
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“What is this world? A complex whole, subject to endless revolutions. All these revolutions show a continual tendency to destruction; a swift succession of beings who follow one another, press forward, and vanish; a fleeting symmetry; the order of a moment. You judge of the continuous existence of the world, as an ephemeral insect might judge of yours. The world is eternal for you, as you are eternal to the being that lives but for one instant. Yet the insect is the more reasonable of the two. For what a prodigious succession of ephemeral generations attests your eternity! What an immeasurable tradition! Yet shall we all pass away, without the possibility of assigning either the real extension that we filled in space, or the precise time that we shall have endured. Time, matter, space—all, it may be, are no more than a point.”
Denis Diderot (5 October 1713 – 31 July 1784), Lettre sur les aveugles [Letter on the Blind] (1749)
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