Oh Love! You are here! Where have I been all of Life? Did I imagine this world at war, this world colliding with its children, its offspring of belief and flesh without sufficient Love? I admit that belief and God and Love are merely constructs of our thinking. If we think we’re set to be in Heaven while believing in hell and damnation for eternity, we need see that that is no different than implementing peace while waging war. (Think! Think, Mark Richard Prime! Think upon your belief and imagine you are in Heaven already… and evermore to boot, and then imagine for a second the literal joy you dispersed with too little affection compared to the fullness of Love you ever managed to be summoned from your joy…) If this is your belief, Love, I’ll give mine to you evermore… (What? A wee bit of fear bubbled up in that, Mark? Let’s not forget how difficult and serious you’ve made my mind beneath your fearful affections and instead of making the spirit of Love, that which is in us a...
(The Weaver's Song)