Sometimes, I feel so much awe for others when they undress verbally and stand in front of a crowd naked. I guess there are many ways to "show your hand", but I always feel like an intruder for reading, like I was shown too much, as if words could really reveal a soul. But, that is what scriptures do, right?
Today, I was so upset at myself for being cynical, or claiming things could never be what they represented in my mind, but now I bandage my issue with more words: "It is not Factual, but it is true." And I believe it and figure everyone must.
What is true? It cannot even be the words used to explain it, anyway. And, probably the saddest thought ever is the one I actually had once but, now only ask why? But, secretly, I do not even want to know.
"How and why could you watch when you knew that we would die?"
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