yet divine
Suddenly troubled so deeply, I hit the Generator, desperately hoping to hear ... yes, precisely this. How reassuring to know that some connection seems to be there.
But how tenacious, this belief that wet is all [I am] or will ever be. The difference now, as compared to then, is in the certainty that there is one reliable source of truth in the world. You don't have to understand everything or even anything. You know truth by its feel. So you walk, feeling wet or grimy or whatever, believing you will find the sun or not believing it – no matter, you walk. You walk in worship of truth. Sometimes it seems that is all you can do, following that one voice in the world that does not lie or brainwash, manipulate, deceive and mislead.
Oh yes, the cell ... the names I called myself – it turns out to be much crazier than I thought was possible.
Random Comments
"Sure, all of the Heavenletters are beautiful, yet sometimes I find a message so compatible with my experiences that, at those times, my gratitude is overwhelming. I hope that one day I can host you in my country."