The Bridge You Cross-Over You Must Build Yourself

Words drown in that divide, that river between your life here and your eternal life there. That gulf is silent, the beyond is silent, and it brings to this world only hearsay or at best, more silence. What you seek (if you are a seeker), cannot be crossed by your death; the river between what you are and what you imagine you are will spell you no new words or explain anything, nor will it point you to anywhere. There is only the I AM. The last question you need ask is: Build with what? Build your bridge with answers; there are no right or wrong answers, just your answers. Once you understand you are all the answers that ever could be, then your river becomes your bridge.