When he goes to church, he feels something different. It's like the sun comes down from the sky and makes everything warmer. He feels a glowing around his body that he doesn't feel anywhere else. The walls have old paintings of people who were important at the beginning. There are candles all around the altar that make the glowing stronger. The choir takes him to a place in the sky where these paintings are set. Like he is part of the story even though he is only even.
He has the same feeling when he looks at his family's Bible. His mom doesn't believe in religion, but his dad does. Their Holy Bible was passed down for many generations. His daddy had it and his daddy before him. He wonders if their Bible goes all the way back to the time these stories are set. God himself could have written it, words that mark the beginning of time.
It's the aura that grabs on. The pages of that book emanate pure creation, which he feels in himself. He feels it when he goes to church, the book and the church holding hands through him, a bridge between this world and the next. He is the innocence; he is the child that heals. He is not of this world, he came from far away, a nostalgic place where only children remember being created. And this is why creating something comes so easily to them. They are as flexible as dreams spanning the cosmic highways. Their memories are short while their dreams are infinite.
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