I wrote this up for you guy's- give praise 
People search for truth and meaning.
They talk to me about their pessimism, about predicaments that seem so grave in our modern time, and in their personal times- oh even greater.
People ask me if there is a god. Ask me if there is a reason to live, life after death, why are they here. Why do we exist.
What is divine?
So many people, they all suffer, decadence is to them the truth- and to reject their old religions is the beginning of a new kind of suffering. They ask the question: will I take the truth or will I take comfort. I want to help, I want to shed light.
The truth is comforting.
We are not what we appear to be, or rather we are so much MORE than we appear to be.
I hear preachers of human perception- what is not seen, what is not heard, simply what is not perceived- is not real. They say.
The pathway of organic evolution- we consider ourselves the wisest of the carbonic creatures on this planet. We consider ourselves either the wisest of the animals or even wholly different from the animals- some say we have spirit- say that human beings are the divine things on this planet- gods favourite playthings.
No, we don't doubt our perceptions. We go so far as to say what is not perceived is not real?! When our perceptions are precisely what we should doubt most! Mans perception is indeed a plaything- it is the farthest thing from truth on our world. The most dangerous thing, the most suffering thing- and yet we pursue progress thinking we achieve leisure. Thinking the sense of pleasure is increased. Thinking but generation after generation we know we are wrong. Depression is the scourge of civilized society, the threads of humanity are yellow ran through honey and oil so long. The honey dries, the oil condenses and decays into thin air. The thread cracks and little twines splinter off.. If strung the last note would be the rust of an ancient henge.
O Humanity flickers- and our logic is dying, our logic has met it's last days- all we can do now is love. And love as our good society decays.
But let it be our nirvana- let death be us giving the earth back to the old ways. Let us go back to the ground and let our hydrocarbons spring back into the flush of her sweet cheeks. Let us be nature. Let us men and women approach nature.
And everyday i've watched myself die now. It's no real secret. I watch in the car as my skin withers into the air and through my lungs. As my brain grows older and old possibilities of imagination are nevermore. I have watched myself- it has been years. I have died so many many times. Bit by bit and the death of otherthings has served me to die not as fast. But my debt is great- my feces filtered through some toilet- that could never be a repayment for the sorrow my consumerism has reaped on the earth. I long for the day a vulture could peck at my scalp and for microbes to do me their blessing. For my bones to crumble to calcium for the great oaks of future millenia.
All is rancid! All is decadence! I once understood this pessimism- perhaps you could tell. But now no longer. I am liberated by the truth.
There is a god. And this god is inexhaustible- the is and was and always will be. The one certainty of a wavy universe (neglect our square anthropo structures)- that always there will be the wave. Always there will be the spin. And O creations will happen. Creation will burn through all possibilities in the godly processing will of a universe. Energy is the divine driving force- it will not stop til all has been done with it. Til all of fullness and emptiness both are created. Til all energy has been dispersed. It will never stop.
The divine will is to create. And the divine will will not be conquered by organic resistance- we are clay as much as the earth we mold. We will return to the dust and be thrown out across the universe. One's backbone may well become the backbone of a star. Eternal lightning is the will of god.
And it contains you. It contains all energy in and without the system. It has no limits. And you are it.
It's lens is not distorted- it is true- true as the unfathomable universe- and we thought we humans graced truth when we imagined our world fathomable and then even fathomed!
The lens of of an insignificant species on an insignificant rock during an insignificant time period. What will it matter. I would rather retreat right away to the lens of a perfect conscience. The lens of a whole unfathomable. The lens of god. And Oh, I praise and admire those dead skin cell flakes. They are on their journey to the truth and enlightenment of it all. They are on their way back to realizing what they TRULY are. They will become wise like the stones and the air. They will become the lens of god. YOU are GOD waiting to happen- I guess maybe jesus did have it figured out- so much for his followers (once they called him brother- now they call him king?), I guess we're all waiting buddhas.

People search for truth and meaning.
They talk to me about their pessimism, about predicaments that seem so grave in our modern time, and in their personal times- oh even greater.
People ask me if there is a god. Ask me if there is a reason to live, life after death, why are they here. Why do we exist.
What is divine?
So many people, they all suffer, decadence is to them the truth- and to reject their old religions is the beginning of a new kind of suffering. They ask the question: will I take the truth or will I take comfort. I want to help, I want to shed light.
The truth is comforting.
We are not what we appear to be, or rather we are so much MORE than we appear to be.
I hear preachers of human perception- what is not seen, what is not heard, simply what is not perceived- is not real. They say.
The pathway of organic evolution- we consider ourselves the wisest of the carbonic creatures on this planet. We consider ourselves either the wisest of the animals or even wholly different from the animals- some say we have spirit- say that human beings are the divine things on this planet- gods favourite playthings.
No, we don't doubt our perceptions. We go so far as to say what is not perceived is not real?! When our perceptions are precisely what we should doubt most! Mans perception is indeed a plaything- it is the farthest thing from truth on our world. The most dangerous thing, the most suffering thing- and yet we pursue progress thinking we achieve leisure. Thinking the sense of pleasure is increased. Thinking but generation after generation we know we are wrong. Depression is the scourge of civilized society, the threads of humanity are yellow ran through honey and oil so long. The honey dries, the oil condenses and decays into thin air. The thread cracks and little twines splinter off.. If strung the last note would be the rust of an ancient henge.
O Humanity flickers- and our logic is dying, our logic has met it's last days- all we can do now is love. And love as our good society decays.
But let it be our nirvana- let death be us giving the earth back to the old ways. Let us go back to the ground and let our hydrocarbons spring back into the flush of her sweet cheeks. Let us be nature. Let us men and women approach nature.
And everyday i've watched myself die now. It's no real secret. I watch in the car as my skin withers into the air and through my lungs. As my brain grows older and old possibilities of imagination are nevermore. I have watched myself- it has been years. I have died so many many times. Bit by bit and the death of otherthings has served me to die not as fast. But my debt is great- my feces filtered through some toilet- that could never be a repayment for the sorrow my consumerism has reaped on the earth. I long for the day a vulture could peck at my scalp and for microbes to do me their blessing. For my bones to crumble to calcium for the great oaks of future millenia.
All is rancid! All is decadence! I once understood this pessimism- perhaps you could tell. But now no longer. I am liberated by the truth.
There is a god. And this god is inexhaustible- the is and was and always will be. The one certainty of a wavy universe (neglect our square anthropo structures)- that always there will be the wave. Always there will be the spin. And O creations will happen. Creation will burn through all possibilities in the godly processing will of a universe. Energy is the divine driving force- it will not stop til all has been done with it. Til all of fullness and emptiness both are created. Til all energy has been dispersed. It will never stop.
The divine will is to create. And the divine will will not be conquered by organic resistance- we are clay as much as the earth we mold. We will return to the dust and be thrown out across the universe. One's backbone may well become the backbone of a star. Eternal lightning is the will of god.
And it contains you. It contains all energy in and without the system. It has no limits. And you are it.
It's lens is not distorted- it is true- true as the unfathomable universe- and we thought we humans graced truth when we imagined our world fathomable and then even fathomed!
The lens of of an insignificant species on an insignificant rock during an insignificant time period. What will it matter. I would rather retreat right away to the lens of a perfect conscience. The lens of a whole unfathomable. The lens of god. And Oh, I praise and admire those dead skin cell flakes. They are on their journey to the truth and enlightenment of it all. They are on their way back to realizing what they TRULY are. They will become wise like the stones and the air. They will become the lens of god. YOU are GOD waiting to happen- I guess maybe jesus did have it figured out- so much for his followers (once they called him brother- now they call him king?), I guess we're all waiting buddhas.