Everyone finds comfort in their own shoes. Like putting on a comfortable pair of slippers. That's only upon the feet, real comfort is where to take those footsteps.
We all are on a journey, even the one who is in control of that journeys path. They're just a navigator and are in no knowledge for what shall bring forth.
Anyone now arrives off a banana boat. And all without any bananas. Think we can say how this disguise is benefacted.
Can't be anymore hair raising than the hairs standing on their ends now. What more could possibly remain to be seen.
If it's not meant to be then it is not meant to be. Would not paint a picture from an awkward angle where no one can see it. Not to say cannot give it a try, as all blank canvases inspire some idea or an other.
In the forest; they are like a thread, a golden fleece woven into a strand of a thread. And this thread is what is the only thing holding it together. May wish to be more grateful for their presence. This is the last of what held it all, took the weight, persevered with the heavy drag.
St. Matthew Ch.22:V.46 " - And no man was able to answer him a word, neither durst any man from that day forth ask him any more questions."
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