Bewilderments, bewilderments replete with fakeries and make believe adorned as garments for all to see. To shroud the conflicts of wonder and dread within the soul, that gives a transient image to this life, and it is to that image which all that walk therein shall succumb.
The constructs of vagaries and half-truths wherein lie they whom sway those of a singular soul through the observance of appearance and vanity, to falter them from the true source.
To sustain that image hued by mixture with a sublime intravenous influence of the superfluous that weights upon the soul by the observance of mere form and matter, to the reverence of indulgence over the substantial and the eternal.
Without intervention of the pure soul into the hued, there shall be no direct path back to the eternal source. To gain, and to complete the only way back, is to unravel the unbalanced weight of transient dilution, of the soul, and to regain that which is manifested, through these words
“I Believe” in Me, as He, God believes in Me.
