I am absolutely unable to deny that there is a substance that fills the voids in this world with unseen tethers.
An element, ancient, that continues to reach beyond years, and time.
Vibrations that permeate mass, the peripheral of sight, and the infiniteness of silence.
Without question, I am not the first to witness the inescapable artifices of this quantity.
This essence has been filtered and manipulated into the God’s of primitive men and worshipped for what it once was.
I cannot relinquish the understanding that it is much, much more than saviors, prophets, saints, and angels.
It reaches through me to draw and connect the particles of this existence.
Yearning for the good in things, the good as embers that seem to have been cast from the fire.
It resonates, whispers, pushes to pull, shines, and guides.
I am bound to it, and I am as much a part of it as I am the earth, the sky, the stars, and the void that holds them.
It is undeniable.
It is.
An element, ancient, that continues to reach beyond years, and time.
Vibrations that permeate mass, the peripheral of sight, and the infiniteness of silence.
Without question, I am not the first to witness the inescapable artifices of this quantity.
This essence has been filtered and manipulated into the God’s of primitive men and worshipped for what it once was.
I cannot relinquish the understanding that it is much, much more than saviors, prophets, saints, and angels.
It reaches through me to draw and connect the particles of this existence.
Yearning for the good in things, the good as embers that seem to have been cast from the fire.
It resonates, whispers, pushes to pull, shines, and guides.
I am bound to it, and I am as much a part of it as I am the earth, the sky, the stars, and the void that holds them.
It is undeniable.
It is.
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