The only truly perfect thing is nothing. There are no problems, no mistakes and nothing that can be improved.
That’s why a feeling of needing to be perfect is always going to be limiting. 230 more words
I first met my Spirit in Highland Indiana in May of 1991. It was for me, an awakening when I first saw it. It was right in front of me glowing so bright, I could see nothing else. 425 more words
People are always passing through the perpetual room, looking different, being the same. You don’t know what you’re missing, you’re not much troubled by anything. It’s always noon in the perpetual room, without shadows you cannot tell demon from friend, but there’s no time for caution. 190 more words
How well could you read someone’s personality, or obtain a glimpse in to their current situation, by having them fill in the blanks?