My soul is seared with the presence of immanence. I cannot look out or within and not see it like an oasis on fire in the desert. Like my mother and father on their death beds. Like my son lying in the road having been tossed in the air by a car. Like my baby …
Please, take a very high, birds-eye view of cause and effect and observe the fit between all the causes and effects below. Then look up into the darkness and light in the vastness of all the skies above, the patterns there too are clear, even if they are fractalish, haphazard, and too vast to comprehend. …
