Thousands of years ago, they left, preserved in the Earth, a lost language. This language, not of words, isn’t spoken. It is understood. This understanding, under the right conditions, manifests a link between the mind/body and, all that is, time-and-space.
All will seem to blend together, like tiny miracles forming an ultimate truth that surrounds one’s doubt with undeniable evidence of an extremely divine presence.
I know hardly anything else but the fight, that is my life. I’m guessing, this is how God forges His warriors, building up, from the ground, their stone foundations, giving them a solid platform from which to speak against the unjust acts of men, and women, upon the trajectory of humanity.