He said, "She said, 'This love taught you how to feel and now you're prepared for something greater. The capacity for love one possesses for the self is directly proportionate to the capacity to carry that love outward toward all else, and seeing as your being is one single thread woven in the infinite intergalactic tapestry of the miraculous and intimate, it was imperative for the stimulus of our love to wake your quiescent essence of the omniscient eternal source, Shiva, Elohim. Whatever loss you experience from this brokenhearted consequence is a blessing from that very source, the voice of mysterious, so you may charge ahead and pass along to other men and women and whatever identity or amenity that they're living in the law that you now comprehend, which is nothing here is separate or different or disconnects from the aforementioned tapestry with no beginning and no end, and how you treat the self is relative to how we treat that very tapestry. Set fire to your own face, and a burn emerges in the patterning. Be gentle with your body and with your mind and all that opulence, and you won't need some outward alien when the savior is endogenous, and if you ever need a reminder or some way to travel back, remember, Mushrooms. Hip-Hop. Must love cats.'"
Jewish women can be mad loquacious.
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