loss of divinity
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
One's divinity is not a delusion but a real thing quietly existing within ourselves; never near again, forever moving beyond us, leaving away from us into and across with the expanding universe.
The pain of the realization of lost divinity is palpable.
Hanging, slumping, sagging on the cross it's impossible to still the Mind from the latest insight.
Circle and circle all the possessions in a ring around ourselves. Rearrange the piles over and over order cannot be re-established.
Explain things again and again to Dead Relatives. The denouement will never reoccur.
Stillness and silence.
All is changed.
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