I want to cry for the times I have thought myself alone and far from Meaning. I want to cry for thinking myself so alone that I had to live someone else’s truth and not my own. I want to cry for thinking You had left me and kept me far from Your Hearth. I want to cry for having thought I had to ever leave Your Garden and learn to believe I am not what I am.
I want to cry for ever believing that I can lose knowledge of what I am. I want to cry for thinking I could not be truthful in the human dream. Why would it be that I must believe in the falseness of living? Why would I ever have to go where what is said is untrue? Why would I have to go there? Why does such a place exist?
But does it really exist, or am I dreaming it up? What kind of power have I to invent such a world of misperception?
I will dry my tears and think about all this.