The Almighty, The Prodigal Son and Two Cats: Part Two

With the passing of our Sphynx in 2020, my heart was wrecked. This deep devastation and sorrowful state would pave the way for my ego to surrender itself to God. At fifty-five, I could no longer carry the pain and suffering of a life built on sands of misplaced faith. In my sheepish service to the status quo and its stuff, I lost my soul.

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