I cannot see clearly so I say that I AM clairvoyant in a way to convince the blind self. According to faith be it done unto me.i.we.
No such thing as present, nothing remains still enough to be thought of as such, no here, no now, only an eternal weaving of life’s tapestry.
To be a cell or not to be a cell, that is the question of what are we? and what am I? I am more space than I am matter, and so I animate matter.
LORD MY FATHER, MY MOTHER, MY CREATOR, MY SHEPARD, MY SOURCE, MY BEGINNING, MY END, WHAT DO I ASK OF THE ONE WHO IS THE GRAND WEAVER OF ALL THE THREADS OF LIFE’S FABRIC? FROM WHOM ALL THINGS HAVE BEEN MANIFESTED? DO I NOT APPROVE OF MY MAKER’S WORK?