We're only acquainted through games... Of ripping and stripping illusions. You call it Slash and Slash Back. Slash and slash and slash and slash... (Who's getting cut, really?)
I call it Smoke and Mirrors. Blow smoke in my face, I hold up a mirror. I blow smoke in your face, you slash. Some call it Snakes and Ladders; A toss of the dice.
Knock me down a notch, I'll crawl up your ass. I knock you down; do you continue to slash?
Spiritual games of tension... Between immanence and transcendence.
Try.
I am a Child of God and God is immanent in me. When I'm functioning as a healer, that's between God and I. You can't touch this.