HEAVEN LETTERS
God said :
You are the actors, beloved.
The theatre, you know you are watching a play. You may be touched by the play, yet you are sitting in a theatre watching what is on stage. This is what to do with what you call real life, beloveds.
Watch it.
Observe it.
It is all theatre, and when a scene is finished, don't develop it further.
You don't try to rewrite the script.
You don't belabor it. You don't chase someone who is off-stage.
You don't write speeches.
You simply watch and then you exit.
And when the play ends, and you die, even death is not fatal.
Death is not real at all.
It repeats itself again and again until all those you know have preceded you or followed you, and nobody you know is left.
This is a world that turns, and you twirl on it, round and round, back and forth, upstairs and downstairs, opening and closing windows, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, getting to bed or getting up. There are cycles in life, and you ride them, beloveds, and come out the other end.
You are an actor, beloved.
And so you watch yourself acting.
You play the ingénue, and you play the villain.
You play the innocent and the guilty.
You play the judge, and you play the jury. Endless are the roles you play.
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