by Blake Thomas Miller

Created on: October 09, 2007

I do believe that to start, cancer is just a terminology. A word. Sharks factually never get cancer. Animals along, with medicines we drain from plants are remedies or, relievers we use to sustain our health. Hurting the environment or, to lessen any faculties that in fact, are helpful commodes of the environment would be illogical and societally unconscious, ecologically unconscious. We get smarter from reading the words from others or, listening to the grain of intelligence. We fatten our brains from cerebral combustions. Being a flirter of frequent carcinogens, I can share something from experience.

In these times of population expansions and diminutive resources, we may turn againist each other as cancer cells would and economically plunder the very society to ruins. There are classic comparison of mutation from such notions that his biceps seem tumorous or, her eyes are tumorous. Animals face the same obstacle of genetic confusion as we do, but, the question is how do some animals seem to have special generalities with confronted with the word "Cancer"? Cancer can be a learning experience or, a battle within. If I may be bold to say, it is possible to tame cancer and to politically create allegiance within each cell. To powerfully preside your own body from dangers of mutiny and an unhappy body. To talk within yourself and be political as possible, as an animal of leadership and fusion. In today society of disadvantages, it is although global policies run amok with cancerous idiocy. We are killing the animals when we should be thanking them. If these animals were to be nonexistent, there will be hell to overcome.

The point is the word of God come through the healer's message. If anybody were to heal anybody, imagine the stellar of genius being performed on the very body that is yours. Jesus had to heal himself from being whipped like a Dog. Therefore, from enduring trials of misery, the arts of healing becomes better understood. Imagine a naked paradise in the Garden of Eden, where the garden of itself is like a womb, a cord, with all the perfections that life needs. The beautiful evolution from the truth of God's soul is like a punk band, a Ramones's warthog song that thunders on every punk soul; some kind of a war machine which has no regard for the opposing life, trashing on every yoga teacup party with a message of independence. We become animalistic to making a lasting endurance of an healthy behavior. There are laws that needn't be ruptured. Plenty

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