Sometimes I feel that I am writing about the shards of one man. And if – if there was a chance that I could gather all the shards, and put all the shards together, I would create an entity who would not be perfection, but who would be a reflection of the entire male spirit and the entire world itself, and my own reflection.
Sometimes I feel that on the other side of the glass I see revelation. The thought both terrifies and elates me at the same time.
Sometimes I feel that I speak, but my words are broken and jagged; they are wrong for this world. I could be wrong for this world, but this is the world I have got; this is the me the world has got, and we can make something close to perfection, or maybe something close to divinity.
Divinity is the sum of all shards of humanity. We are divinity. We created God. God is us.
(eksdee. Ei, ma ei tea, et mis juhtus. Aga midagi juhtus ja ma mõtlesin nii ja ma tahtsin selle kirja panna.)



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