I don’t exist. (Is that an Indian name, feller?) I don’t exist. I come from within and without, but my personification won’t truly exist without the whole. Imagine if we agreed that the best route was to salvage as much as we can of our foul use and begin to work as One? Begin to shift our consciousness beyond our doctrines that seem to only corrupt the truth of where we are. I don’t exist, said the man in the half-devil’s mask. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)