“A harvest of peace grows from seeds of contentment.” –Indian proverb
In the preface of history
Humans are made with invention
By the grace of their deities
The sublime in their perfection
The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.
On the first page of history
Humans purloin the invention
Inverting sublime intention
It is not our circumstances that create our discontent or contentment. It is us.
Groundbreaking new necessities
Switched being’s perpetuity
To wireless connectivity
Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Invention is renamed Progress
Industry of necessities
While faith in the sublime invests
In the grace of its deities
A contented mind is the greatest blessing a man can enjoy in this world.
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