Cities are shining stories. People are uniquely shaped reflectors. I cannot say why we fragment, why we implode…so many pressures, forces unseen, within and witout.

I am a star, so I shine. It is my purpose to reflect His Patterns. A city is not unlike me-meant to reflect some composite, some nuance, some singular ray back to Him, so He can be thankful He shone. We dull ourselves too often. We mute being, and in doing so obscure His Reflection.

We are distinct. Land is not sea–distinction is His Essence.

We make homes to house our own stardom, the unique domain of our own density and velocity–we form the pleasant lines of our inheritance. Celestial homes for stars, for we need the sheer magnetism of our specific boundaries. We need to be framed in the sheer fabric of our own beings. It is not for us to worship one another, but to be illuminated into His Mapping of His own contours.