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Gregory Kinsey - Paranoia
Man has often confused me with their constant questions and demands from life for truth when they lie before them. Then as I had taken time to pay attention I started to see where their fear had resonated from. A simple idea grown from the seed of fear and confusion birthed a creation which constantly torments man. It makes them brash and afraid of all things. They rush in without thinking or run without understanding. While it resides more in some than others it continues to tighten its grip.

Gregory Kinsey - Love of Illusion
When men first met their counterpart and love had meaning; happiness could truly be experienced purely and justly. Yet as time passed, evolution had begun to morph the concept and aspects of love along with those who held existing hearts. Some became attached to those they felt close to while others traveled from person to person like ancient nomads. Love was an object or vision as centuries passed on. Evolution of love had turned into nothing but an illusion.

Gregory Kinsey - Fury or Fear?
When danger arrives before men they tend to have a saying of 'Fight or Flight' yet this seems rather foolish in my mind. Actions cannot show the truth behind the core of an individual but their emotions can say otherwise. A man I met once had demonstrated a perfect way to word this more accurately. An evening came that brought two emotions within the room: he held Fury and anger while the other felt great fear and loss. Therefore why fight or flight when in truth you feel Fury or Fear?

Gregory Kinsey - Living or Dead?
I can never tell a difference between living and dead men at times. Yes, one lies stiff with his blaze of life extinguished while the other may seek hope on a great journey, but what would happen if you gaze into that theory's reflection? The dead traverse an endless path through the underworld while the living remain trapped within the coffin of restraints through society and ethics. The dead run rampant while living remain trapped. Who's truly dead and who's truly living?