The dagger releases the high fruit from the trees, coconuts especially, yet first there is the climb.
The dagger cut through the binding ropes in a few deliberate motions. Free at last, we ran for the daylight that was so near.
A dagger can cut the burlap fabric to release the grain every bit as much as it can be used in non-peaceful ways. We make the choices that build our brains every moment of every day. We choose either the strong mortar of love or the weak mortar of emotional indifference. I plan to become both strong and good.
The dagger is a tool, no more, either for noble defence or evil cold hearted deeds. And so what is more important is not the blade yet the heart that wields it.
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