still thinking about: "the prophets in whom I can only muster for myself scattered belief, like a light flicking on and off in a room I can see their shapes sometimes but never with any depth, never with anything like depth, or maybe it's the other way around where I can see their depth, but can't quite make out the shape of them, the prophets, the why or how or even the what of the whole thing."
— Mar 21, 2026 06:12AM
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