Everything as Metaphor
Maybe God gave us all things physical as a means of helping us understand all things spiritual.
Maybe God gave us all things physical as a means of helping us understand all things spiritual.
Maybe my life will get a blue check mark next to it.
“Well, He bleeds just like every other crook…”
Part of me is still in that field, killing imaginary foes alongside Dave. I’m dying to live like that again.
On the flip, if this crazy, magical world that sometimes smells like lavender and always spins is not only real, but points to something even more real than itself, cut me off a slice of that. I want in.
“I’m romantic as heck.”
Not world-control. Not others-control. Not life-control…