A smidgen of me, the dust, into which Sovereign breath sponsors life. I am not the most important component in this recipe of humanity. I am simply element within experiment within paradigm of achievement outside of my making or potential power in completion. What shall become is perfection to which I may be employed by a mind, hand and will beyond my own.

The extent of my contentment fully dependent upon my acceptance of this place made for me in the process of objectives beyond my contemplation. Certainly, visions provided assemble confidence within. That full application and investment of everything in my cannister is logical, faithful and the single path to the anomaly of Creation’s end and rebeginning.

How to fit the puzzle piece with borders set in stone to a mosaic in flux? What morphisms, malleability or ductility enter in allowance to achievement of extrusions beyond corporate tension and proximity? How to get from here to a place I have never been without firsthand knowledge of there or the road to my arrival? From whence comes the flexibility found to its realization?

A tool wields not itself in building or destruction of ethereal understanding. Only mind beyond the limits and parameters of this dimension may permutate the calculus. For discussion of spirit will never be entertained by soul without the surrender to its fragility. We are bound by time until we accept its defeat in resurrection and rebirth to heavenly messaging.

For all that is beyond remains unavailable for them within the conveyance or modality. Without the second breath from Sovereign bellow we are left incapable and inadequate, having been made for the lesser work of life in temporality. That which lay beyond, outside or folded into the lasagna of time, space and matter. May only be discovered through abdication of the adherence to that which holds us captive to limits of this realm.