this morning #131.

this morning, the electricity flowing through his body was intense. they had spoken to him in his dreams & now his mission would be to build a monument. it would be a blessed monument, one that would tower above & shower glory on his neighbor’s meager homes. for weeks now, his friends & family had urged him to pour his lottery winnings into something big. this was certainly that. from this point on, he would be the protector of hope. the current currently running through him made it clear that we were not alone in the galaxy. when they looked down upon his towering tribute, they would know it was time. time to arrive. the humans were ready. HE was ready.