I don’t know much of Gods or Divinity.
Nor of spirituality, much.
I know of pain and suffering,
I also know of my knowing of unsolicited injustice.
It only makes it just, that I know not of other worlds.
I dont know what I can do. Or be.
I only know what I can’t.
I don’t know if our world is real. Or if death is real.
I only know of things more real than our worlds.
The science of faith.
The power of empathy.
The magic of laughter.
And, the healing of love.
We’re all in this together. Across space time.
Now. Here. All that is.