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THE TRANSCENDENTAL RULE OF ADDITION

Slowly, to my chagrin, the light dawns, Father.

When I think I know, I am tempted to ignore how little I really do know. When neglecting, or rejecting, your rightful place, every thing else is out of place.

So much is that the case, that I ignore what truly is the case – You, Father can get along without me. . . I cannot get along without You.

Forgive us, forgive me, for thinking that You are an optional add-on, or an unnecessary luxury. We, not You, Father, were what was added to the reality you created.

You, Father, were not added to anything. Such was the case; thank you, Father, that such will always be the case.

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