The world is brimming with God's glory every atom charged, jammed and bursting and were we to be awake, attentive to it all it might feel like the thundering force of a galaxy being ripped apart or the inescapable pull of a black hole we would sense danger and doom light and joy, fear and freedom every cell would shake and unravel blood would boil, hearts would melt and we would be, at best, undone We are not ready for such a revelation the vessel is too frail and thin we could not bear the weight of glory nor the sight, sound or distant thought if the veil was truly lifted it would mean the end of all things as we know it to be and, at once, the begenning But even still, such glory pours forth not in whole but in part like drops from the ocean each containing whole worlds breadcrumbs and reflections able to sustain and reveal though we see through a dim mirror one day, we will be face to face eye to eye with glory itself and every atom within will be freed to truly dance and we will not be undone not to our peril at least but remade, born again whole and finally alive We cannot bear the weight of glory but we are becoming those kind of people
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