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Triadic Tales - The Conversation - Short Story (Part Three)

Triadic Tales - The Conversation - Short Story (Part Three) 
The next day Adam hesitated to go out. Something told him he might face something that he was not ready for. He knew all the lingo of the religion he rejected. About how fearsome it was to fall into the hands of the living God. Adam had no fear but one.- the possibility that he would find he was talking to himself. 
An inner sense of dissolution, like being the bank of a river, subject to being lopped off in chunks to dissolve in the current or, if the flow was warm and languid, to be slowly moved by a hesitant gravity to the bottom.
But finally he willed himself standing and pulled on the things he would need against the March cold.  These days when he went out he often repeated his mindfulness mantra:
Gently moving forward.
It steadied him. Sometimes it carried him all the way to the street and out to Broadway where he would begin his half hour of communion with Abba.
The most powerful four lines of the twelve he had fashi…