Divinity is –
“When love or hate ceases to be…”
This would have been an ideal line seen while gleaning through the annals of philosophy. The temperate spirit that is within and out is the same pure substance of reality, glory, godliness and bliss. It will peep out of its labyrinthine shell of slumberous ignorance encrusted with wasteful carbuncles through generations of unkempt ancestral abandon.
But when?
Now?
What mountainous ruins of crypts concealed about the bounded spirit the open sky wore on as if different from Space! The head-gears or boisterous robes of feather, bone, claw and horn worn by tribal clans, ancient civilizations and modern mentors always smell of the rawness of ‘borrowing’ to play God, ending up in playing trivia. To simply be, to watch, to wait without smiling lips, grinding teeth or ‘beatific’ look when put to effect outweighs all expression or gesture and remains the only resort and undoubted bet in the forever present ‘now’.
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