We too often manifest what we want and not what we need. Love is not some truth I possess, but a truth born within from the start, God, Creation, Exactness. I do not presume to know it, I seek it and evolve along the path toward it and grow within it. We shouldn't fall on the sword of truth, we should sheath it and begin to act as if we've a lick of damn sense! Put away the cross! Suffering's speech is too damned great! Let it go, take our salvation off the instrument of suffering! It is so very, very, very simple. The only thing I do know, that Hell is man's concoction of fear. Can't blame them, though, being left here to imagine the reason we are here. We just need to cherish Home and one another and Heaven will arise whether it be the Heaven of our dreams or not, it certainly beats the mess we're making of the only planet we can live on, at least any Home yet known to us. There is but one destination, but many worlds to travel. It isn't har
(The Weaver's Song)