I got the recipe, its either one for success of disaster but it looks like they are on the same road and aint no fork in it. Temptation all along the way and malicious voices drown in the presence of kind ones.
The world was built perfectly and I was a product of it. I was built perfectly and I wanted to make a product of that. I claim no ownership but want to build up something on an intellectual level. Im at a loss for words when I have to face God and the d*vil in one day.
It really even feels like God speaks, but it feels more like we are a product on one breath and we live and die for this moment. We own it and in this presence we express ourselves.
And that is only the first ingredient.