A man was sent to the world where the world he left behind seemed like illusions. When he came back, there were two types of people. The ones telling him that was he’s seen was an illusion and the others who told him, it was what it was.

There was this simulation theory, he placed God in it and found that life’s an illusion. Not a true home for people of faith. He always said to the illusionists, “i know it was an illusion, your telling that to me can’t make it more of an illusion than it already is” and he told the others, who are wide awake, “that side of the world is still questioning whether hanging out on crossroads was a real hobby of the past. How are you fellas doing by the way? I love you guys so much. Keep swimming and sailing like you do.”

If life’s an illusion, what is it all about? Answer to that is only yours to answer. Pick a name, pick a way, pick a door, pick a heaven, just pick something that you won’t later regret. So pick something that you can put back and free to pick another one.

So there’s that shop of faith, where you pick magic orbs of faith. There’s that one shop where you go and pick up the orb to see what its magic looks like and the shop keeper yells, “you picked the ball and now you own it, can’t put it back, pay the money, that ball is now forever stuck on your hands. Like it or not, it only shows you one future the way it wants to show you. Conditions may apply.”

And there’s another shop, where you get to pick the orb, observe what’s inside, and put it back without ever hearing anything from the shop keeper. You feel compelled to ask, ‘is it the right magic orb for my home?” And he answers, “Suit yourself.”

Faith is your hall of fame. Take it home (to your heart) and it glows, when you know yourself, you’ll get family flows. Adam and his Madam have always been keen, there are truths of hierarchy that no one’s seen. Good children are always apple of their eyes, droplets that fell from clouds, through ocean vapors, they rise.

Faith is freedom. Godbless.