There was a very short time where I was so deluded that every little thing I thought was amazing would automatically denote itself as 'god's beauty' and such like. The suns ray's were assurance he was above me. The normality of the passage of time was proof of his reliance.
Rubbish. Worst nightmare ever.
Rubbish. Worst nightmare ever.
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Thanks to Cinjin for making it more 'sig space' friendly.