There is a point in dichotomy, an aptitude
in division, an intent of survival, a posture of
coming good. Like when you part the continents
and create the diversity, you achieve a dissimilitude
to prevent the evil from becoming absolute. I water all
my indoor plants once a week, even though they all
need different nurture. I assume a kind of residual Godhood
in this act. Like a silent speech of deliverance! Even my poetry
is like a chaos of words falling into place, and I can
understand why we all ought to forgive God for the
imperfections that we are prone to believe they are! God
has no interlocutor to deliver his narrative, he doesn’t
make excuses for himself, in any case! If we all should pursue
the signs in nature and the fragments of authenticity within
ourselves, in the DNA of our souls that have hidden messages
that divulge his frail magnitude, his unexplained taken-for-granted
grace! That a point of creation can be ferreted away, and a
creation can be misled, as to who the exact God is!
We have all become so precise in our science and so
mindbogglingly infinitely expansive in our AI; but should we be
abandoning the sheafs of our origins. Those pages catacombed
in the timelessness of the passage of existence! Do we ultimately
mean to explore that burnt bridge, salvage its pieces and reconstruct it,
to explore back ages and rediscover? Can we understand light better, when we
see the pointers behind the spectrum and refraction! God only
sought his multiculturalism, his versicoloured expanse to retain for you
all a redemption in his intrepid battle against far too conniving infiltrators!
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