Response: 2
βπ°π ππππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ πππ πππ ππππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ π πππππππ’πππ ππππ, πππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ, πππ π ππππ? π°ππ π πππ πππ πππππππ πππππ ππππ πππππ, ππ ππππ π π πππ π πππ ππππππ πππ‘π, ππππ’ πππ ππππ π πππ π πππ ππππππ πππ‘πβ (πππππ, 329)
How does one remain pure and have desires? How sure are you in your ability to not fall? Who sets your expectations? I know you canβt answer that but I can't help but be curious. Does your soul weigh lighter than mine?
If youβre on the edge why donβt you jump? How scared of you are falling? Does doubting your place in the heavens already mean youβve slipped from that edge you stand on?
If you ever fall farther I have a place for you, among us mortals. As below you we may be. Here is a far cry from the heaven that you know. But maybe itβs better, I would want to keep you here forever. This place is not pure but it could be. We could, we will, make it pure.
These hallways are not holy. They have something that I canβt describe in them. But it is not something of gods and religon. I know that.
If I fall farther into these tunnels will you catch me? Maybe I am blind, maybe I need some fresh air. I donβt know. Iβve been down here for . . . Yeah, I should probably get some air.
