احمد :
I can see him. Not with my eyes, but with my heart, with my soul, maybe seeing isn’t always believing, if I believe he’s here, but I can’t see he’s here, how can I know he’s here? What if our souls are our true guides, our memory, our mind, our resolve, our compassion, are all bits of what make us….us, to forsake our souls, is to resign to an artificial life we truly despise in every sense of the definition, in my compassion, I pray he would be here, in my resolve, I will wait for him, if he isn’t, in my memory, I remember when I could and couldn’t see him, yet felt his presence, and in my mind, I know he’s been here all along, he is us, we are each other, I am you, you are me, we are one. Our humanity, is not based on our body, the ship of Theseus, is not a different ship, because of new wood, it is based on the soul, we are only us, because of the soul, it exists, because we made it a soul, the beauty in nature, is not what we see, but what we feel. His skin shines with beauty not the beauty of the physical form but of the beauty of the soul his true and genuine spirit shines brighter than the star of Eärendil his heart so pure and inviting feels as if it’s the warmth of varda her self only a true creation of Eru can possibly possess such a wonderful warmth.
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