I am not like Meher Baba who says that for him ‘all religions are equal’, because for me, “no religion is equal”. Even the best of these cults of idea and identification are largely impoverishments dressed as riches. There is no paradigm, narrative, model, or creed that keeps pace with the prodigy of time, space, and being. If one follows that prodigy, as ( nature … with/in ) yourself, then religions fall away like dead skin. And when that happens, you may =suddenly realize why your [secret] was so itchy all that time=.

Never-mind photographs of kissing.

Kiss.