Gospel of Truth, I

When the doctor cut into me, peeled away the skin, the fat, the organs, the vessels of blood; when he cracked and shed the cartilage of my spine, music oozed from me. The music of oblivion.

“…and the Father is within…they are in the Father.” [i]

Truth conforms to music and music is the vibration of oblivion, an unknowing grace note.

[i] Page. 51 NHL

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