I really don't feel like writing. Tired. And what would I write about here – on, oh Hannah?

'Feeling… tired… but doing the what's-needed anyway'. Could write that?

Hannah bothered. Needed and felt, rough or raging – knew, where to go/what to do. Through 'don't and, no matter no, sleep, or take it easy'. Had a vision for life. And the opposition wasn't going to overcome. No – And Yes, to what, who, and that.

That big-god, Apathetico. They're not-really so-big, and call them 'gods', but they're incomparably lower and in the wrong council. The going-on to be destroyed brigade. Almost all, and only, can do this: Stop us doing, what we freely, can – through a con, that 'they're the light'. Or, so-dark able.

No they're not. Light dominates on the physical and… if-only-we-do, like Hannah.

As for me? This? Few minutes typing… matter or not, more, or at all/...much?

Imagine striking a match.

Hanna's story goes to show: God Active.

I can save trying m'poorly-educated best, to read a clever trev. Lights are dimming around us. The up-side, is somewhere it'll be so dark, hurt our sight and vision, we'll turn… more will, and more so.

And:

God Active

Pray as you go. And talk to God. Don't go all religious sounding. Talk, out loud… normal and flowing. Or awkward... or besotted, or...

No matter the self-assessement about who/God/me/what/us/ Jesus. Drop it. Talk and read some, (if y'can) and work theoreticals out later-on. Go... talk, and let God do the revealing.

God wake us up. And those 'awake' – not in the politico-dark. Help our conservation flow to you. As we go. And help us stop and do. Hannah shows us all. Jesus you are here. Amen and a woman.