Super powers and no identity are like muscles on a neutered super hero. The experience of my identity in the world forms my character. Inside, I can reach only as high into the Blue Sky of Heaven as I am able to make room for Truth.
Truth is not an uninvited guest, the way some heroes treat their super powers. Everybody Else can watch their super powers come and go. I guard mine as honored gifts and visitors. I am learning to welcome the Every Day traffic of life.
In Space, things are not things. In Time, meditation can move things with Force over distance. And although I am an idiot, from time to time, Knowledge passes through me. Super powers are Nothing without identity. Identity is Nothing without Everybody Else. Week Fourteen. Eighty Weeks to Go.
