It's a collision. Constant, and moving. infinite and finite, ebbed and unchanging, unholy and divine.
You are worthy.
Holy.
as opposed to.
I am on a trajectory, something has started in me, that I cannot relieve.
I have seen. How can one forget? why would you want to?
The others say such understandings are simply trivial. Yet I stand in awe, for He Is. I am the finite dust, withering away in my own inherently decaying flesh.
What more can I say.
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