We truly are...simply being alive is the proof. There is Mara , a world of weird death of the soul. Being alive is NOT mara. Love is NOT Mara ever. Mara is death and oblivion. but even in Mara, God can reach the poor souls. A soul was saved in my life. Not one, but many. Even the consciousness of a turd inhabited me as a child.
The Poetry Dervish