Fly

Below us is the ocean of despair.  A heavy illusion keeps the world in flight to this point, but its makeup is too heavy for a comfortable continuum.  The realization that love is our makeup, frees one to be part of the Universal flow.

We get our wings one at a time, until the Whole of Humanity soars above the sinking chain of delusion.

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