I'm going to be.

I'm going to Good morning.

God morning to you.

I can't see you, but I can feel you.

There are many things that exist that you can't see.

Like all the compliments that people have thought of you but never shared,

are you showing up in others' dreams,

or people thinking of you and smiling,

or how much you've already healed?

That's art of poets.

I love that reminder that butterflies don't see, can't see their own wings.

You can't see how much you've changed.

And if you feel annoyed by your responses, your reactions to situations,

that's actually a good sign. You're seeing more of that ego while it's dissolving.

All the saints, all the saints I've read about, experienced this, felt lowly unworthy,

because as they ascended, they were able to see more of the mask, the costume that we all slide into and forget we have on, the postures, the way we

brag and flex. Father Peter here says we are pushed daily by a narcissistic,

nihilistic society to make an idol of ourselves, to live in delusion about who we are. That's

changing where you are. You're no longer making an idol of that phone, even if today you just pick it up one time less if you

catch yourself scrolling and put your phone down and pick up your rosary pick up this filling of

love pick up on the silence that's beyond everything that's in that room that you can see that you can hear

and listen for his voice listen

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