I realize my mind plays hymns when I am tired. From time to time when my body may be awake even when tired but my attention is not fully so. When attention is in this inbetween state, it tends to “randomly” run “unscheduled programming” selected from a list of “populars”. These programmings may be story of fears, regrets or horror. For me are these inspired hymns. I am grateful for the fellowship of these eternal narratives of devotion to the oneness.
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