What would things look like naked? Without words? What’s beneath the costume?
This. The every day. The ordinary (that I fight so hard to run away from).
Looking at outside sources and inside imaginings to heighten my experiences, to give meaning to a possibly meaningless life.
Forgetting that this, this, is the meaning, the question and the answer. I never have to look or try to create something out of nothing. I have this.
This. The truth: that everything animate and inanimate, painful and blissful, is singing, vibrating, and dancing as the word of God.
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