I wonder if lying is evolutionary, nothing too unnecessary, just an intense feeling, as it must be averted. Just a random thought.
By miseries came a need for sanctification: we already knew that.
We talk about revelation, private convergence. For many—the portrait is misunderstood. It’s elusive. It deserves to be discarded. Others say the portrait is royal, divine, in need of veneration, even worship.
The portrait is indifferent, unaffected, at points, in a soul’s mind, it mocks, holds spirits in derision.
Far too vague. The portrait is invisible, and human, mostly divine. The portrait is fraught by controversy; it excites in souls a rare type of holy anger.
Humans keep outdoing each other—in pursuit of being better; ironically, the majority are paying attention.
The portrait is gentle. The portrait is congenial. The portrait rarely vocalizes its presence. If a soul is wound up, some esoteric, unexplainable phenomenon might take place.
I was with a thought concerning the portrait—realizing a sort of disqualification; such murky waves, such shadowy soul-powers.
The portrait becomes reflection, those profound mirrors, filled with mind stuff.
