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Discussion
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As a sensitive in so many ways, in my darkest times I read the Bible or old spiritual books. Books I’ve got as gifts, who remind me of a voice that comforts. Sometimes it feels like I’m reading with trillions of people across history who went page by page and thought similar things. Or think how many people are reading this right now and are at or close to this page or idea.
Sometimes when I read books with very little circulation, I can feel that small group of people on a similar path and what they might have to say in the commentary section. I always get more than the books are meant to give. I always get thoughts I wouldn’t think. Sometimes I feel people across time and space, and look at there lives and imagine them in a story.
Sometimes it’s hard to read books.So many decent people in the world, so much odd, it’s a comfort.
Anyone else feel like this sometimes or think about the trillions of insignificant occurrences that happen every day and moment to get the grand order so perfectly aligned and realigned? Life is a masterpiece and I feel overwhelmed with gratitude for it.