At the center of our being
is a point of nothingness
which is untouched by sin
and by illusion,
a point of pure truth,
a point or spark which
belongs entirely to God,
which is never at our disposal,
from which God disposes our lives,
which is inaccessible
to the fantasies of our own
mind or the brutalities of
our own will.
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