I feel most myself, a tuned bell resonating with the spheres, when I’m descaling my electric kettle.
(An angel appears and informs me that I’m doing what I was meant to do.)
When you have divine confirmation that you’re pursuing your calling, it gives you strength to keep pursuing it.
Abby believes in the project, although she doesn’t necessarily share the telos as a vision. Hard to complain though—clean kettle.
(The same angel every time.)
Sometimes a self-consciousness visits me, and badgers my ego raw with questions like: “Aren’t you disappointed that such a small plot’s been allotted you?”
A Fruit Salad of Harm 