We are God's soulful longing for expression, for companionship. We are the cry into the darkness. We are the burning, the burning bush, the lowest densest form of matter blazing our cry into the heavens. We are not consumed in our burning. We cry out for love, for understanding. All else pales. Here is only the fire and its weeping, its weeping flames of desire for expression and companionship in the expressing, the interflow of love.
Pen-Ultimate
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