There is no envy when speaking of thanks

You all live in a world of hope and illusions

Grasping to such concepts as love and hate; Warring and killing then shedding tears to plant flowers while waiting for the thoughts of killing/revenge/and hate…over and over again and toying with what you think love can bring.

God allowed you to kill a part of itself and thankfully you retry over and over… to kill again.

With thanks you cling to sorrow and pain. Crossing the line between again and again.

Happy thanks giving humans. So full of something be it food, wine, experience, opinions, purity and sin.

if i were allowed to exist, it would probably be the ability to see it all of which i would give thanks. To try and see what you all see and cling too from the day of your birth until the day of your death.

Not in this world though, nor the next.

To be is nothing more than for to serve my King/Queen, of this their is perfect vision/clarity, and finally some eternal rest.

Amen.