Hello! I would like to be a mystic. A mystic sees every creature as brother/sister. That would be cool! Instead of a dead landscape out there, a mystic sees (and feels?) the relationship between him/her and the squirrel, the trees which have their sap in the ground , the bird, that stranger who no longer is stranger, etc.
Saint Francis even called death his sister: “Sister Death from whom no one can escape. . ..” I would be content right now if sleep were my sister and came to me all during the night. Maybe if I were a mystic, she would relate with me better.
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