We run with angels. We are urged by subtle voices to expand past the borders of the body and give ourselves to other worlds. There are whispers heard only by the soul. We are asked to fly. Running is the soul's response in turn - the solidity of form just an anchor of illusion. In spirit we fly.
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Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow! Grow!"
-The Talmud
Peace,
Eric
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