All my life I have always felt like I was a large green Sanguaro cactus. Light green quills protrude from my mass. My bulb is buried deep in the sand. The road runner scurries by. I am one with the sand. I am the cactus.
If you tried to find yourself, what would you find within? You can be anything you want to be. We all are more on metaphysical spirtual level than what our fleshy sarcophogus suggests. The secret societies label us from birth and we take their classification as truth but our outside appearance can't conclude what our internal spiritual identity is.
Why do we exist and what is the purpose of our universe? Why was this all created?
Gud är du
