If the unknown had eyes and could also speak what would that unknown say about us and about what we're part of. It's in error to not glimpse a hidden hand, a winking eye, an unresolved curios nod suggesting destiny; you who lack insight obviously haven't seen clues in the shroud, haven't had your sights elevated to wonder what is it we really are and what this we're a part of is about; the myths are yours to trust but you haven't peered into the domain of possibility to see the highest heights to bring you to your knees.
A writer with schizophrenia writes with unusual insight on the subjects of death, God, immortality, the meaning of life, where space leads, hope, and other intriguing unknowns on his unusual blog. Donald is from Nova Scotia, Canada where he lives with the illness paranoid schizophrenia. Please spend some time researching his fascinating blog below for any unusual insights that might be discovered there through his philosophy. He is also an aspiring novelist in paperback and for kindle on Amazon.
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