when my brother and i were young, we would fight each other. There were times when i saw him as the most evil bastard on the planet, we would fight and fight and my dad would break it up. It was usually my large older brother beating the crap out of me and taking my toys but i got a few good jabs in there. Anyway, fighting got us no where, and in the end we were both sorry we fought and became brothers of love again. The fighting was pointless but neccesary in finally learning that it is better to love our brothers and work with them instead of fight them because of our anger. We beings of light may have different opinions and so forth about existence and how everything should be, but in the end, were all here together and we have been together for along time.
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