JUST A SPAN AND A SPANNER

 REPORIENTATION


JUST A SPAN AND A SPANNER



...and when the suffering of men makes you overjoyed, you have a very mighty problem. Even the ones chosen to speak for us are busy chewing. What a nation of people with dead hearts! The wellbeing of our fellow makes no sense, once we are faring well, it is well with all. 

It is but for a moment, we would play our roles in this world. Just a moment, we would do our parts before the judge. A bit of who we are we would express, and shortly, the stopclock would fume its speech of an end.Then we would all wait patiently for the results of our deeds all through the moments of our activities.

Time would be too inconsiderate to give an extra for reconstruction. But would be available in excess for the judge, justice to do. It would be His moment to play His own role in the show.

 Be conscious of an end and be more conscious of what follows the end. Remember others when it is very possible to. Save yourself some stress, nothing will go with you in your journey into the hereafter.

I guess you have forgotten you came here not even with a pant. Only use your spanner aright and make your span memorable.



...and for a better life, the wellbeing of all is my business!


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