I came to arrive.
Then I learned to continously come.
Things appearing as little coincidences save lives.
So be careful with your calculated capriciousness as you do not know how others see you.
You may be pseudo-savior to their Lazarus,
but here’s the point of that story that remains unspoken.
Lazurus did not know what to do with his revivified self once his re-enlivenor left his side.
But, is that really Jesus’ problem?
It’s one thing to know you have powers.
To bring somebody back.
It’s another thing to know the ends which you use them,
aside from your own pleasure at experiencing the wielding.
If p then q.
The bats in the belfry belong to Whom.
Do you ever cry, not because you are sad, but because your non-corporeal self feels some emotion so deeply that you must manifest a reaction in empirical reality?
And my left eye seizes up again and again.
Little deaths preceding big ones.