"Are the Saints all dead?" said the little girl to her Father.
He looked at her, and beyond her location before Him.
She saw He Knew, but would not tell her the Real Answer.
She looked-up, and watched His Reflection,
within the mirror of her own perception.
Finally, her Father descended to her position,
she did not comprehend what He said next,
as she was consumed by the Great-Love,
she felt for Him.
He said The-Following:
"Neither Saint nor 'sinner' has your answer.
'You 'look' Through The Spirit,
Within-Upon-Through the Only-Moment,
and that is all I-know."
Everything-else... well, that 'All', its all made-up in a way,
as a 'Reflection of your-consciousness'-experience,'
which is Spiritually-"Real" to the extent the 'you' of 'Whatever',
Bends. I mean, becomes "Translucent via your Focus-Through The Presence."
"Does That Make Sense?"
The little-girl paused, and closed her eyes for a moment to consider.
She said, "Where is God's Love in That-Position?"
He said, "This questioning is now about God's Love, and Its-Reflection then?
(pause, looking through her position)
Unwaveringly, she said, "Yes. I want to know THAT-Consciously... and no one will show me,
Her Father wrapped his arms around her, and said quietly, "Shhh. Just Be...."