I’ve been asking God recently why he likes to torture us.
Is it some sort of thrill?
Mankind, know thyself.
Yah, right.
NOT!
Yes, I got answers.
My despair belies my spiritual convictions.
That feeling in my heart.
In my gut.
We all have these moments.
They haunt us in our earliest thoughts through to our last breath.
It’s what makes people do some crazy things.
In the end, does it matter?
Does anything matter?
There are 8 billion tragedies, and counting.
Or is it 8 billion glorious liberations?
It doesn’t seem right that we don’t have a definitive answer.
Finite vs. infinite, that is the question?
Once in a while, I’m scared.
The Shaolin persona is overcome.
Oh, God, why has thou forsaken me?
Forsaken us?
WTF!
Invariably, there’s a glimmer . . .
A reminder.
Trust in the nature of things.
I know. I know. I know.
That’s a given.
Close my eyes.
Go with the flow
in the bosom of the universe.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la
— Jillian
P.S. A free-flowing soundtrack for the above, from Quebec
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If one believes in God, and I’m not talking about the 99.9% Hypocrites who say they do, life on earth is merely carnal, enveloping our soul. How long we live, how well we live is insignificant if our spirit isn’t what God asked for.
Death will happen. It has been happening since the beginning of life. Blaming ourselves, others, or even God for our misery is proving that we think we deserve a free pass because we’re simply born.
God doesn’t torture us. God gave us Free Will. We shouldn’t Rush into anything. We should just listen to The Trees.
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Reminds me of the Zap Comix>”Keep on trucking”. And Big Brother & the Holding Company Album>”Cheap Thrills”. Ah, “those were the days, my friend” %D%)
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