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The Top
The world went on and on and no one knew. The world was filled up with things called treasures. They were the source of great and
vital things that were needed for the future.
These things were the history of life but the things we as people tend to ignore.
Of course if I say the pea label is one you might laugh or say “What is special in that?”
The answer is history.
History records all things of life but the small and the little sorts of knowledge that make a difference to us who live.
What if the future were smart but somewhere along the way they lost the pea and wanted a way to restore it to life.
Who among you knew that the picture held a thousand bits of information that would supply the future with a bit more line then a round
little pea that was green?
It might seem like an odd sort of idea but what if the top of life was the pea? What if all things came to be a price of life that fell to the
sea and was lost to life and to the dreams of men.
Suppose the Top Lynk is the name of a story that will have you held up to the point of prayer and prayer is the story of who you are in life.
Thus when you read this take a moment to think “Who is the price of life on earth as we have it?”
What if the story of life came to be the valley of life in the shadow of death?
Suppose one little pea made it through and someone by the name of Time Elf made up a story that the world had a game and it was
made of lines of time and little time and tiny time?
What if tiny lines were little lines of people and people who had nowhere in all the world to go but up the line to have a little bit of life
from the source of life and that was the Princess?
What if the Princess and the pea came to be a tale told so that the same old story of a rough mattress could be held up as the sort of story
which had no beginning but had an ending because a man gave out Hope to others.
Suppose a man gave out Hope and dreamed a dream of life because he saw nothing was impossible in a world where he had all things
and yet had little if anything at all.
Suppose the world saw him as the rich man of nothingness and sold him a pen that was stock of old lines and he held it up to review until
the end of the day when no one heard a word he said.
Yet he had an idea and it held like the craw in the stock of the throat. The idea was “Take time to write about the Top Lynk and take time
to dream and tell people why you liked what was there in life and why.
Then tell them to help you find answers to all the problems of the world even to the height of all the problems that were in existence and
to come up with imaginative answers as to how to fix it even if it seemed odd or even oddly odd or oddly off to some.
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