We…we all pressed, compressed in this sphere of time and space
(when we think…believe that we have conjured up, manufactured time to be our servant)
are compelled by time (no longer…never our servant, but our ruler)
to move from this instant instant to the next, then the next, then the next
(on end, ‘til, come whene’er, howe’er, our end),
far faster than we can comprehend,
yet all necessary for us to arrive at the point of our next being and becoming.
Our control is an illusion.
Perhaps we (or elements thereof of us), too.
occasional observations of mind and heart, soul and spirit 
Paul, I can’t tell you how much I love this!! I run from place to place seemingly hourly… and I feel in control most of the time YET I know I’m NOT the one in control!! The most important thing I’ve learned over the past two years is that is the my FAITH is NOT an illusion!!
Much love!!
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Your faith in not an illusion. What a grand place to be. For it means, at least, in part, that the God of your imagining and your believing is real.
Recently, I was at an event and one of the speakers quoted William Ernest Henley’s poem “Invictus” in which the poet states that he is the captain of his fate and the master of his soul. The speaker, however, said, “God is the captain of our fates and the master of our souls.” Though I’d often thought it, I’d never put it quite that way and I complimented the speaker for his insight. What you have written, “my FAITH is NOT an illusion”, makes this same point for me and as powerfully. Thank you.
Love,
Paul
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