…again, he was untruthful, heed to use name of other people while it’s less the issue to be straightforward…but leisure pursuit maybe he found to be in saying things untrue. The reason maybe to shield a philanthropist from being centered with squabble…and me, impairment is never his concern. unspeaking and deaf---but how can I hold back my sensitivity when slur’s burst to you completely?
There are two words I'd like to concentrate with today. First is accuse with ripe and timely meaning. The word came from Latin accusare which means called to account. Further analysis would tell us that the word in basically a conjunction of a prefix and root word, whereas accusare being a conjunction of ad + causa; ad being the prefix and causa, a Latin word meaning lawsuit. Sometimes it seem odd that our common words have histories, simple or complex, behind how they became. In any case, accuse basically means being charged with a fault or a blame not necessarily being found guilty or proven innocent.
The second word, of Middle English origin - acursen to consign to destruction with a curse, is accurse. If we would examine closely to the alphabetical composition of the latter, we would notice that accurse is basically accuse with an "r" inserted in between. It might have been that the "r" dropped in from heaven between accu and se henceforth came accurse.
I have no reason to hide philanthropy. Because in itself, philanthropy is an active effort to promote human welfare. Welfare, on the other hand, is doing well in respect to good fortune, happiness, well-being or prosperity. If philanthropy meant good, why would things untrue cause it for souls to get pathetic to other souls. Meanwhile, laboring to cause peace to minds perturbed by their own prejudgments and baseless accusations is merely a vain act. Which is hard to undergo. Why waste effort cutting diamonds when your tool cannot cut it? It would only cause the diamond to further imperfection, thus leave it be, should that be the case.
As with slur and impairment, that which cause degrading effects, is somehow impossible to cease to take effect when the catalyst to such degradation is oneself. I cannot impart the liberty of the spirit, if the spirit decides to stay in its historical dark form. I have held no ropes to sustain the clinging of the vines that have ruined the fences I built. Actually it's not a fence for fences may be flown over by beings with wings, including eagles. What I built is a cage to imprison the last of what was left of Pandora's Box, hope. But the historical dark spirit continually attempts to open the box. So sad.
So here I am, accursed to being accused.