He woke in the night knowing

his truth and all he could think was

now what? Once a man is at the

bottom of himself, having made his

rounds with delusion, diversion, distraction,

addiction, muse, role, title, persona,

system and schtick, there is nothing left but

God and the coming dawn.

He rose, he blinked, he yawned, he

stretched and realized that

faith is the most daunting of

all the human attributes because

it sometimes comes so formless. He

supposed that was why he

once believed so many things.

Later that morning, he thought that

love might be the answer

to his question.

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