Well and truly ready for the celebration of the globe, the endless spin and falling grace of god’s essence, as it enters its first days. Life has risen and fallen again and again, deeper and deeper into the soul of grace. I’ve seen it growing all across its surface, losing itself in the endless joy of existence. What a world eh? A formless creation morphing endless contortions of new forms, new creations built off the old, never-ending in complexity. What a world to see and eat and sleep in. True and deadly in its infinite variety. Lovely and new isn’t it. Wonderfully full and meticulous in its creation. Smiling again, smiling again.
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