I am [ redacted ] again.

I know no human being has seen these things. Even the prophets, they saw only bright shadows…

It is as if I am existing on a world none can see.

Even though they all inhabit it.

Right next to me.

The living roots of our intelligence are teaching me themselves. All day long. Like an atemporal radio… in the source of time and space.

A universe-city.

And no one has seen this world.

Ever.

They block their sight with this world.

And call that seeing.