The Happy Narcissist is sad.

He feels he must go away for a while and finish his work in the dark, out of the public eye, again in his mother’s womb, if not some sort of grave.

My possibly imaginary Friend once stood before the tomb of someone He loved who slumbered for a bit, and He said,

“I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE . . . he who believes in Me, though he die yet shall he live, and he who lives and believes in Me shall never die . . . do YOU believe this?”

For the record . . . and for what it’s worth . . . I believe.

Soli Deo Gloria!