There are no things. There are only words. Not human words, but the divine words of creation telling a story, calling all into being.
The words become scattered and we no longer understand their meaning. They appear to us static and meaningless. As things.
But they are not things. They are words in exile.
If so, their redemption lies in the story we tell with them.
Joy can create one story. Inspiration yet another. Reach to the divine spark within you, and a whole new story emerges.
What story will you tell with the scattered fragments of your life?
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