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03 June 2026

Godwards?

Truly, all things under the hand of God work together for good!

―Romans 8:28

South Central Farm in the city of Los Angeles, California—Jonathan McIntosh—Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Truly, heaven is what we make it.

Baby playing with yellow paint. Work by Dutch artist Peter Klashorst entitled Experimental—Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic

There is no accident, no chance, in the Universeall is immutable law, cause and effect.

Phylos, the Thibetan

Old retired man playing chess in Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris—Jorge Royan—Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Man never is, but always to be blest is wholly true.

Phylos, the Thibetan

Cologne, Germany—Statutory Internal Inspection of a heat exchanger shell after removing the pipe bundle—Photo by CEphoto, Uwe Aranas—Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The Spirit Home

But where do we go? I inquired. We go where the weary find rest and the conflicting antagonisms of human society disturb no more. 

We go where the pure will never become vitiated with wrongs and where rivers of light roll on, refreshing the mind forever. 

We go where Nature is understood and her laws obeyed. We go where truth is wisdom and where no mockery of duty answers the call of need. 

We go where we wish, and when we go, we do not cease to remember that our return will be cheered with music, vibrating in harmony with human redemption from the whirlpool of angry waters. 

We do not tarry among the wrongs and evils of a mourning world, but we do visit a wonder away from human cares where order and harmony are appreciated and spirits concentrate to admire and glorify the Ruler of unnumbered worlds. 

There is a world you have not seen, a music you have not heard, a joy you have not experienced where the storm of contention, neither lashes against its shore, nor the groans of distress reach the borders of my spirit home.

Thomas Paine’s Spirit Mother

Residents of the village Tarbagatai in traditional costumes—Аркадий Зарубин—Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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