Precision

K Kenneth Maswabi Kenneth Maswabi
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I don't want to make calculations The human mind is full of numbers Every second and every day The mind makes enormous decisions Based on unknown equations and mathematics Some decisions are riddled with errors Some are completely free of uncertainties It's hard to know whether it's mathematics that guides the mind And whether numbers play a role in these biological calculators It's not certain how the decision is moulded and formulated It's not clear who makes the final judgement Whether a decision is bad or good It's possible that somewhere in this chain of thoughts The mind seeks advice from higher consciousness And sometimes from the deepest pit of darkness It's possible that we are made of good and evil And everyone is like a laser beam Able to glide and slide with ease Or burn everything on his/her path It's not the precision of the decision that matters It's the amount of goodness that is produced That makes a decision a good decision Regardless of how sharp your decision making skills are If your decisions are full of wickedness You will be vomited from the bowels of human consciousness You will be castigated and branded evil ©

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