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SHORT OF EXPERIENCE



There are ways of trying to explain the experience that fall short of the actual experience. Likely too much focus on the process and not the lesson.

We try, and this one is worth a read... Though I suspect the name of Jesus being evoked that there is still a written story to contend with. These things are not processed by another for another, unless you're like me, in which case it's a pot-luck of who's who, but, in general, nobody can explain their experience with any confidence that it will in any way resemble that of another. How it works is less of a concern to me than where it's leading Me, all of us therefore are most challenged by now, and rightly so, for now is the most precious moment of your life, the next one and the next and so on, until love and peace blanket all things...


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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