My cells are mere vacuum with little inside but maybe two atoms around which do fly electrons and... well... yes, that is about it – if deflated into a thimble I'd fit. They are animated by something unseen by something unspeakable vast humble clean that cannot be tarnished by word hurt or rust within which I place most of my daily trust. To call this great power a name such as 'god' is to commit folly both daring and odd is to try to force what's vast into a box that must be then guarded and kept tightly locked. Now cease with such naming now give not a name to such Mighty Might that shall never be tamed but cultivate stillness deep within the soul and hum in the cranium / head / singing bowl.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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