I was sitting here reading Rumi, and came to the end of a poem. Flipping the book closed and marking the page with my hand. I stroked the cover of the book fondly. 
I looked out among the humanity before me- clearly defined as “the public pool”

And my thoughts wandered-

I came to in the middle of a question I was asking out loud in my mind- “how do I know Jesus was even real?” 

And then I opened the book. 

Chapter 19~Jesus poems:

The population of the world. 

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