How can one know the thoughts of another? How can one percieve the depths of one's heart, the unspoken assumptions, the hidden understandings of a human soul? On that day they will reveal themselves to be as they truly are --glorious or destructive, lovely or violent, sacrificial or self-loving. But how does one trust amidst a world of ashes, appearances, and effusions clouded over. Ice gently downs the rich substance of forest in white, enfolding sound. The earth is shrouded in mystery.
Why does it matter? I will love deeply. "Let it be unto me as You have said."
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