Sometimes I feel like the wisest of us are just God’s fools.
That there is no such thing as free will. That even our highest dream is already decided by our soul.
That we are just walking, acting a play..
That the wisest are the ones who play with innocence, knowing nothing comes from them anyway. The wisest are the most gentle on themselves. Really.
It takes a while to go back to being that Fool and play in the Garden.
