the muses must like to hear our song

Maybe God thought up love and when the spirits caught wind of it, the cosmos blew into existence. Now we need a home so vast that it will not stop growing, just to contain it all . . . This content is restricted to subscribers

Give Me Depth

Tell me the story of your hardest heartbreak with a smile, what revelations showed you Your Own Light -- in spite of the darkness that unearthed everything you thought you knew . . . This content is restricted to subscribers