gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today
Everything is happening everywhere all of the time. Your room, walls, cell, small crack of land, whatever you're using to call home- it's not the ends of the universe.
The vine and mist of jungle coexists with your fog and your fearfulness, the ghosts of the past wail in tempo with your so-called now, echoing off the ebon face of Eternity.
deo volente.. sola scriptura.. sola fide.. sola gratia.. solus Christus.. soli Deo gloria..
While you are asleep, the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark. A cafe in Kinokuniya is serving someone a stunningly tasty green tea ice cream. Russian schoolgirls are playing in the rain. A single snowflake falls in Vienna, but no one is watching.
The vine and mist of jungle coexists with your fog and your fearfulness, the ghosts of the past wail in tempo with your so-called now, echoing off the ebon face of Eternity.
deo volente.. sola scriptura.. sola fide.. sola gratia.. solus Christus.. soli Deo gloria..
While you are asleep, the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark. A cafe in Kinokuniya is serving someone a stunningly tasty green tea ice cream. Russian schoolgirls are playing in the rain. A single snowflake falls in Vienna, but no one is watching.