In theology, as in India, the problem is Partition. Some bozo came along and drew the line in the wrong place. We live in exile now; half the family is over there. We have left, back in that other country, a lot that we need.
The body and the soul, for the chance of being together, must risk a dangerous crossing. Reunions are rare.
Some of us are sneaking over, in the dark of night. Of course it is appallingly dangerous. You can come with us if you want.
How good are you at running in the dark?
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