The subroutine that shouldn’t make sense in a godless world:
“Create beauty, even if no one sees it.”
Why would that impulse even exist unless something greater was

There was something sacred about standing on the literal soil—at the commencement of their sacrifice, the fork in the road they took, that led to reality as I know it.

Looking for a Plan B, I wandered down a side street and found a little hole in the wall bar. I ordered an overpriced Heineken. No Uquell on tap? What

A room full of people who know that this moment will pass by quickly and never happen again, so they had better be fully present to this moment, right here,

Every city whispers something.
Berlin? She says: “I can hold space for what was – AND- what IS, NOW, without being overly burdened by either.”
This is Soul