Now that I know that God is real, that I am real, and that the world is a cover for the work of the absolute spirit, I can extend my knowing outside the story of my living. My struggle becomes its work; my pain becomes transcendent joy muffled by the density of the outer veils. Accepting it is difficult when everybody else walks around oblivious to the infinite spirit. Let it come, I say. I want more, show me the way to open more doors. Touch my heart with the grace of your perfection.