Now the deep sleep begins in earnest. The thick white blanket has been pulled over all of life, like a veil across a temple opening. We know there is a mystery hidden deeply within the holy chamber, but we cannot see it. There are no signs of life. The silence of death is comforting.
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There is only one thing left now: Faith.
Faith is the belief in something which cannot be seen, and it gives us
evidence of unseen things as surely as if they stood before us. It is the knowledge that everything coming
into our world comes from the unmanifest, and that consciousness is the one
true origin of reality. Faith gives
flesh, if persisted in, to those things for which we secretly hope.
Hope is the prayer.
Faith is the deliverer.
