If you have faith like a mustard seed. Jesus did not say big faith, he said stupidly small faith, embarrassingly small faith. and the mountain moves, because God is not impressed by your size. he is impressed that you still asked at all, after everything
The soul is not upgraded by books or by thinking or by wanting to be better, the soul is upgraded by pressure that kills everything fake in you. the way fire does. gold is not purified by being admired, it is thrown into heat until everything that is not gold burns away. and what is left is not beautiful because someone made it beautiful, it is beautiful because there is nothing left to lie. war produces poets, peace produces advertisers. collapse produces saints, comfort produces consumers. this is not an opinion, this is history. read it, and the pattern is so blatant it is stupid how anyone misses it. the best human beings you have ever met were made in the worst times, and the emptiest human beings you have ever met were made in the times that should have been the best
That 941 address on the back end is one of a kind. Brand flying off. Pigeon in control.
Continue to build with absolute DEFIANCE.
They are not going to believe you
Thats the super power alpha
You want to be the underdog. counted out. All while working while they talk
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Some men rise so high that God has to break their legs to bring them back. and it only shows at the end, when they're crawling, and everybody thinks they fell but they didn't fall. they were cut down. and there is a difference between falling and being felled. God does not warn you. he does not send an angel with a message. he takes the knee first and then you spend the rest of your life on the ground wondering what happened. but he knew all along, because the hunger that made you climb was never yours. it was the serpent's voice telling you higher, higher, and God let you climb because free will is his test and every rung higher was a rung further from him. the men who rise that high don't rise out of pride. they rise out of a void, a void so deep it never fills, and God sees that void and he mourns for you because he knows the fall is coming and he knows you won't understand it when it comes. and it will only show at the end, not in the middle when you still had time to kneel, but at the end when you're finally still, in the quiet room where all your works, all your empire, all your conquests mean nothing. and you look down at your hands and realize they've been holding dust this whole time