The Way Back To God
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I have never been able to make people understand my different and peculiar perceptions of the world. I tried writing books many times with stories about fictional characters, and I found myself failing because that is not what I want to express or show. In this Book, there are no characters, there is no time or date or place... there is only a world where different things are happening, where observations are being made, and I am the wanderer taking notes of them both internally and externally. Those who love god will find god within themselves, and even though we all fall astray and forget to love ourselves... I hope this book helps you and me find your way back to God, to love.
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