On the Edge of the Universe

I was on the edge of the Universe, where I leaned my head against the sky. I saw God inside me but He was so small that I didn't understand at once
that it was He.
We feed our flesh not the spirit. While the flesh is growing and the spirit is not doing it the situation is the same; but in that system everything is based on the flesh and people are growing in breadth not inside. We are the flesh not the spirit; that's why we treat the flesh not the spirit. Neglecting the real source and pottering about the dead substance, we create new medicine, tools and machinery and a lot of useless things just to feed something insatiable. We look for ephemeral happiness inspired not by God and become prisoners of all that trash, which leads us away from the true light.
 I turned off the phone on the edge of the Universe and l God's eyes. I saw love that I nearly drove out of myself becoming like all that world, serving the Mammon just to be in theme, to be in rush for accumulation of material things. Is that a general benefit?
A light of realising arose in my heart; hearty hands embraced God inside me and He was risen not only for everyone but also for me.

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