You ride in a passenger train unto Eternity. You ride through hill and dale. You ride through forests, and you ride through mountains, the tundra, all kinds of terrain. There is nowhere you have eluded. This includes all of Heaven. You are a stranger to nothing. Nothing is foreign to you. Nothing is misplaced. There is nowhere you have not traversed. There is no one you have not met. There is no one you don’t know.
However, the least you know about at the present is yourself. You seem to have seen yourself as a straggler, a bumbler, someone out of sorts who can’t seem to carry happiness around, at least not for long – someone who seems to throw a bottleneck into Life right and left.
About seems like such an inconsequential word, and, yet, you are not yet adequate to capture what you are about.
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