User talk:Vicinityclear

WHAT ABOUT LOVE
Well,tell me about it .Define it for me.Or should I say describe it for me.Has it ever crossed your mind to measure the degree of love. Be it a cliquier ,boxer ,thespian,lawyer,kin not to mention a murderer.All can feel it. Unassuming ,it is a gift to everyone.Note I didn't say it is a must but as a matter of fact all and sundry feel it. Let's cut it to the chase,for I inscribed my opinion sure enough to emboss it .So far of my knowledge of love or I may state,experience.Logically, there are three types of love:filial,eros and agape.First and foremost,allow me to speak myself out of agape.Famously known to be the love of God towards man.It never fails as it is unconditional.Let me skip a beat by reminding you of the parable of the prodigal son,known by many in many versions if I may say .The younger son asked for part of his share or his wealth;if you may like his inheritance.This son headed out to another country and wasted all his wealth ,unaware of the thick canvass of darkness engulfing him.Bygone times passed and he was left with nothing.Many might wonder how he spent his money but I assure you 'wasting' to many people means something different,So I leave it at that. After some worthless tries he confirmed himself out of the unemployment line by confining a job to rear pigs.Stinky pig sty to you ,however to him,it was a source of livelihood to him.He in fact adapted to the environment and went ahead to feed his stomach with leftovers if I may say.After reminiscing his past life,He commemorated his fathers house and his loyal servants welfare.They were servants yet they had healthy meals and places to sleep.Back to him,he hardly had enough to eat,believe me not he may be malnourished and eventually became scraggy. Time passed and after hard contemplating,he made a resolution to go back to his father's home,this time not his son but as a servant.He trekked home to his father.To his surprise,his dear father was waiting for him impatiently.Sans holding back,his father ran to him and welcomed him warmly.The lost son's brother was amazed to see their father holding a feast for him.And for certainty,there was a great feast in that house.Never in all one's born days ,will you eavesdrop of rumors that the Almighty one is not resilient enough to accept you to his kingdom.Uttering and spattering is much for now.My first article on the web .Just thought of it. I shall eventually continue what I have started.

SILENCE
I believe that silence is not the best thing to do ,though I sometimes think it reasonable to silence oneself.I take the case of illiteracy, or let's say oblivion where you neither understand nor have a clue of the theme being discussed.It's best you keep quiet rather embarrass yourself ,worse convey your message.

SILENCE
I believe that silence is not the best thing to do ,though I sometimes think it reasonable to silence oneself.I take the case of illiteracy, or let's say oblivion where you neither understand nor have a clue of the theme being discussed.It's best you keep quiet rather embarrass yourself ,worse convey your message.