It’s a wonderful ride , yet whit plenitude of tears.
I brings epiphany’s and sorrow, it gives me tears, awe and yet, it feels so warm and a confort (maybe is this the “hope” that people talks about) that no religion or mysticism may have give me yet.
And it didn’t take itself so serious, without pretending to be a new “holy book”.
It’s as casual and carefree yet solemn and deep.
I feel humble, and thankful of be able to read this.