Thou Art the King of Glory

I’m having trouble taking myself seriously.

Even those closest to me maintain a level of ignorance by having a different life, a different soul. Everyone is separate and individual at their deepest. It can be very painful. People can only come so painfully and inseparably close, until we find that there is more to be known still, more to be seen and heard and felt and understood that time is not the setting nor the mode to truly expose.

It cannot begin and it cannot end. It only IS and remains beyond eternity. God IS and God KNOWS before and beyond the grand commencement of the world. I do not know how God created me or the things a kin to me – that is, all matter and soul. But note that I was foremost touched by the great hand of God to claim my existence among the living and dying. All things have been begotten, all voices have been tuned, all minds have been transmitted, all faces fused… these things are possessions, these things have been known. because they are paintings, because they are sewn.