My parents used to say the universe is little more than a wave of light, and that wave of light pulses through everything, giving it life.
That life is love.
My parents used to say that if we can just tune ourselves to that frequency, the frequency of love, we can do anything.
Tune yourself to love, brothers and sisters, and you'll soon discover we're all one. God is inside of us, in every button, every tree, every table-leg, and he's been there all along.
That's what my parents used to say.
My parents were full of shit.
All 40 of 'em.
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The BelieversGeneral Fiction
It's 1978, and cult escapee Cosmo Alone is all done with believers. Cosmo doesn't believe in anything-she just wants to get wasted. But when her estranged best friend and fellow Universe Children defector Star is implicated in the crime of the centu...