Sacrifice is attached, how odd, to the connection of someone or something other to our desire to not part from their side. This desire is then replaced by the emotion generated out of the terror an event brings into our lives. How little must we believe ourselves to be when we would rather support sacrifice than the continuation of ourselves. Were we really great people this wouldn't come into view. Were I an outstanding member of society, exerting moral qual to all actions taken, all words spoken, and all thoughts written or shared then the former, sacrifice, would never be a part of any sentiment reaching any type of moral chasm.
A place to contemplate beyond that which is desired, warranted, wished upon, and sometimes forgotten.
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