Reality. Is. Rubbery. Not just. Neurologically. But. Physically if we come together single-mindedly and agree. Reality. Is good for me. Neurologically. When I listen to trees. Have you ever sat outside. And tried to get the wind to blow. Where you want it to. And know. God's speaking to you. Reality. Is rubbery. Talk to. A star politely. And straight forwardly. And you'll see. What. I mean. Reality is here for us. To live in heaven. And be in love with us. But someone made rules. And emberassed us. I just hope it wasn't me. But I at least wanted you to know. That's it's okay with me. If you want to show. That you're in love. With my heart. Because I'm in love. With yours. Reality. Is rubbery. If you can agree. Past the noise you'll see. Find a place. That's too big Shoot for that. Like Yeshua said. Then you'll and me. We'll sail away. Into the night. And one day. We'll let ourselves. Fall. In. Love.
