This is the photosynthesis of the heart

It's a little bit of a zombie life, but we somewhere in a heart somewhere, we have faith that we are being transformed. It's a little deep prayer without being able to say in words. So suppose some relative of friend calls you this time, you've been in bomb and you're along with the news show. So they say, what are you doing there? What are you learning? What is happening to you? Hopefully it's a bit of a struggle to answer that question. That's what makes it so complicated for the world to understand what we are doing. Because this process of transformation is that process of photosynthesis, where our insides are being transformed in the light or dark, walk it in. Another way to see the same thing is that the seeming division between the art Maya and me is now being dissolved.