Every Way Of A Man Is Right In His Own Eye.

but the LORD pondereth the hearts.

So then tell me, or show me.

What is your heart like?

 

every religious belief, is one of these ways of man.

my heart is like a forest on many mountains, that go on for ever in all directions. like a forest, it is filled with more kinds of life then can be imagined. like a mountain it is filled with more kinds of minerals. like my dreams, there are little trains, very small in size, who's tracks go on winding among the trees and gardens for ever.

my heart is my heaven. they are the same. there is so much more forest and mountain then people, that you only ever meet anyone if you really want to.
there are little houses surrounded by little gardens surrounded by the forest.

there are no political parties, no ideologies, no hierarchies to breed fear. the seen and the unseen are at peace. there is no hostile nor malicious intent.
these things have never been invented there, and never will be.

every mechanical thing is silent, mysterious, and wonderful. everyone can make things, the way a god would, out of the minerals and the vegetation that is found there.
no one comes along and unmakes them. trolls and hungry ghosts, if there are any, go elsewhere. not to be punished, but to be kept from annoying others.

 

Eye drops might help.

 

Your heart is your hidden self, who you truly are, what your intentions and desires are. That is your heart, which only God can see.

 

lends pace to my efforts