The house of the spirit

Navigation of the mind crosses a river by stepping on stones––ideas of faith. The river is an illusion until we understand it. The more and more we understand it, the more and more new stones appear.

Beneath the clouds whereupon we dream, doubt is what unites us in a carnal steam, above the public waters of human innocence, wherewithin we frolic as children from birth unto death; beneath these layers of virtue, we shall always reside––the mind is a dream divided into billions of hearts.

Thoughts become our actions. Actions are aggravated thoughts. Doubt is a filtration system that screens all computations, but doubt is a mechanism of cognitive motion. Without doubt, nothing can become, and nothing can exist. The future would be over before the past begins. That is the place where the spirit lives.


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