08-12-2021, 11:11 AM
You can't post a post that gives license to for or against the church and not expect backlash. Maybe on a poetry site. But I'm not a poet.
I am for and against church.
I like church. It makes me feel.
Lots of people have a wiggly thing in them. Maybe, just maybe. A warm feeling. A family thing, maybe. A story they like.
I'm here to tell you, there is no God. God told me. And I believe.
There is no:
religion
nation
government
economy
race
education
science
health
fitness (fit for what?)
law
crime
family
anxiety
hatred
envy
there is jealousy (but give me time [sxl])
time
certainty
There is Creative Certainty ®
Certainty is hell.
Creative Certainty is a Walking Smile.
People have been having the same discussions since I was a child. Before then, I don't know. Not at the moment.
Everything you're doing, that seems a little off: It is off.
You can convince yourself of anything. I'm not you. I'm somebody else.
Take your hand, swipe it diagonally in front of your chest every time you're not sure, or something seems a little off. Swipe the air and think about it. Cut with your hand, and look at what you cut. If anybody looks at you funny, wonder why they're wasting their precious energy looking at you moving your godgiven hand, and wonder about those . . . people. And don't be paranoid.
Paranoia is expected.
The next time you find yourself reacting to something as if it were weird, say, in a british accent "Was I born yesterday?"
If nothing is weird to you, you have understanding.
The future belongs to the volunteers.
"The world is quiet here."
Ti[size=1]subjective
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[size=1][b]Time Limit: negotiableme Limit[/b]: negotiable [/size]
Time Limit: negotiable
But there is
POSTSCRIPT
I sit at my tent at night. And there is god, and gods, and no god. Under the stars.
And there's feeling.
I am for and against church.
I like church. It makes me feel.
Lots of people have a wiggly thing in them. Maybe, just maybe. A warm feeling. A family thing, maybe. A story they like.
I'm here to tell you, there is no God. God told me. And I believe.
There is no:
religion
nation
government
economy
race
education
science
health
fitness (fit for what?)
law
crime
family
anxiety
hatred
envy
there is jealousy (but give me time [sxl])
time
certainty
There is Creative Certainty ®
Certainty is hell.
Creative Certainty is a Walking Smile.
People have been having the same discussions since I was a child. Before then, I don't know. Not at the moment.
Everything you're doing, that seems a little off: It is off.
You can convince yourself of anything. I'm not you. I'm somebody else.
Take your hand, swipe it diagonally in front of your chest every time you're not sure, or something seems a little off. Swipe the air and think about it. Cut with your hand, and look at what you cut. If anybody looks at you funny, wonder why they're wasting their precious energy looking at you moving your godgiven hand, and wonder about those . . . people. And don't be paranoid.
Paranoia is expected.
The next time you find yourself reacting to something as if it were weird, say, in a british accent "Was I born yesterday?"
If nothing is weird to you, you have understanding.
The future belongs to the volunteers.
"The world is quiet here."
Ti[size=1]subjective
[/size]
[size=1][b]Time Limit: negotiableme Limit[/b]: negotiable [/size]
Time Limit: negotiable
But there is
POSTSCRIPT
I sit at my tent at night. And there is god, and gods, and no god. Under the stars.
And there's feeling.