I think I saw God today in the eyes of an old man. His hunched form crossed my path at the food hall, and as he walked to the bin to empty his tray, our eyes locked for a moment. I saw a look of such openness and purity, it was as if age had completely stripped away his armor. It wasn't sadness or weariness that I saw; I saw something strong and timeless; I saw a flash of the infinite in those eyes as they gazed into mine. I wish I would have spoken to him.
I want to live life without armor. I want to be able to see the infinite spark within everyone who crosses my path.
If we would just see how powerful we are, we'd realise that we don't need to protect ourselves. How liberating it would be to shed all of this heavy armour.
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