You can't be all things!?!

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I hear this through the ether.  Sheep, goat, wolf, lion, of the two legged varieties, all claim one can only be the one thing one is.  If perhaps as one may be called to, or fall from, graces, one way or another, one might go through a middle area.  How quickly they forget the call to have a voice for all ears.


I can't be the many?

How can Logan become Logan and Jean?  How indeed.

In this I thought the song was about me.  Then about my most potent enemy, other than potentially myself, among humans, then perhaps that it was about Satan, then God... all in convoluted ways.  But then my eyes truly opened.  A beautiful terror, a dark grace, a full understanding, swept my simple thoughts aside.  We are.

So many names, faces.  All of us.  Real?  Only as real as we are.

How?  Two gifts... laws.  First?  Something you know less regarding for now.  Only faith might suggest this, if yet the fear of death is strong.

And the nature of life and death, and the exchange.  You are what you eat, or you keep what you...

Yes.  The price is dear.  Though if one finds God, learns to abide... or God finds you, for some of us, there is a way back.  The road to heaven and hell, truth be told, is the same road.  It is merely the opposite direction.  Many think there are many roads to hell.  Others think there are many to heaven.  Others think the road to hell is easier, wider.  I tell you, as with being patient over time, those are mistaken perceptions.  It is no more difficult to wait two, five, or ten minutes as it is to travel to hell or heaven.  Patients as with righteousness are merely lonelier experiences.