George you had to live the life others were wise to fear. Your in perfect position to understand "God's lathe" It is not ourselves he is cutting from us. It is the illusion of our selves that he peals like an onion from within. I could have this part wrong, but it seems to me that God always works from within. (Let me know what you think?) He also seems to prefer working with the very small. At lest here on Earth. Don't know what all those galaxies are about. But I do know they started out very small. Less than a pin point, very small.":O} it is In the track of his lathe, among the curlings and the dust that I find the work I am to do with others. Which incidentally is a side gig to the work I must do upon my self. The open wound attracts our attention right smartly does it not! ":O} But those hellish dreams of a past enslavement are being peeled from you from within you by the unseen hand. At some point you asked him for help. When your pain increased you though he did not answer. When the pain increase again you never felt so all alone. But you weren't, or I would have never come into your life. You weren't or you would be dead right now. Think back, there was a moment of complete helplessness which seemed to stretch on forever. Then without any move on your part there was a way for you to move out of hell and into recovery. by full facing hell to be here with us now. Few ever summon the resolve a junkie needs to step over hell and into freedom. The courage to try and the resolve to accomplish it These I see as the tracks his lathe left within you. Courage and resolve. How fearful you were, how beyond any hope to become a drunk and a junkie. These things were carved from you, an unseen hand took them from you layer by layer while you screamed your pain and fear and swore you would anything just to be delivered to normalcy. Then one day you wern't, one find day you found yourself bloodied by the battle but standing victorious. It is by running in those groves I try to lend you aid in your battle for your soul. How does a junkie become a super hero enduring whatever pain he or she must, to once more be free. How does a sinner become a saint? "By grace alone are we saved" I would only add: By the grace of his lathe The lathe that carvers the heavens of such expansive wonder let you ride upon the wheel, let you spin before the blade. And allowed you to begin to shape your eternal form from the Earthly form your were given by Grace alone. George let us be "at play in the fields of the Lord."