Gods are everywhere
It is snowing. The weather in this region of the world makes me despair. If I think it is spring and I lay me down in the warm Sunshine, a winter snow storm sweeps over my body.
There is nothing that you can trust.
Confidence does not exist. No wonder people are so distrustful and frustrated. Why should I trust my neighbor If the good Lord congratulate me with flowers and freeze them the next moment?
It shouldn’t work like that. Earlier I would be migrated but today I know, Gods are everywhere, of course everywhere a little bit different, but at the end the sky is their Kingdom.