let the answer come to u. rest my most glorious, benignant son. i know the picture of the skinned roasted dogs hanging in that restaurant window in beijing, china really upset u. and i am so sorry about that story of the man who was so violent to his children, and the starving families, and the terrible wars, and the diseases that u are already quite familiar with. let the world spin my son. rest my most glorious, benignant son, you have the confidence needed to change the world. what a gift! and u talk about fairness. u r a beautiful one! and sacred chow's vow is yours too. it's amazing that u understand! what a strong, colorful, joyous, ambitious, proud, illuminating warrior u r! hwangyong-hamnida!
# 1 son: i see the warm breath of howling wolves moving upward, mixing into the midnight dark sky, magical places, effulgent northern lights; and here u r, like wizardry, connected 2 creation, the howling wolves, a shining aurora, fresh, new & confident. yes my son, hwangyong-hamnida!
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