k&n-'sep-ch&-w&l
god is the notion of a bookmark. an intangible placeholder we use to create pause or take a break. other times you choose to just lay the book open on its spine and assume you can/will return to where you left off. hopefully rereading the same chapter over and over again can be avoided, but in all likelihood, everyone will do it at some point. my god is music. my god is writing. my god is irony. all these things give me a break from reality's burden. not a hiatus or a vacation, as that's counterproductive (don't long words like that remind you of half the German language?). just a smoke break before you meet your eventual fate.
fate, which by the way, is entirely in our control. but at the same time, its relationships with that around us are mostly concealed. so it's interesting that presented with a paradox such as that, the actions one would take are unchanged for the most part. but the reasoning and acceptance might be deeper and more pure. more evidence that god is merely an inanimate notion of human design. human necessity does strange things. this is the kind of thing psychologists describe to us as abstract and self-created. a nice way to say dream, idea, figment or illusion.
but doesn't an idea gain a certain amount of solidification when it helps us with its crutch-like placebo effect? enough blind faith and you can heal the world, right? that remains to be seen what the limits of humanity's achievements could be. we all hate each other remember? we're all so obsessed with self that a collective agreement could never be made on anything. whether it's desire to maintain the world we live in or the availability of food for a little starving child. our sympathy is self-serving and sporadic. there's no consensus widespread enough without something changing. drastically.
come clarity, come continuity--i am missing something of me--i will hopefully be around to see something come of these times. these times in which we forge new boundaries as we crush the previous landmarks. the time of hollow ideas and mismatched motivations deciding out future.
god is the notion of a bookmark. an intangible placeholder we use to create pause or take a break. other times you choose to just lay the book open on its spine and assume you can/will return to where you left off. hopefully rereading the same chapter over and over again can be avoided, but in all likelihood, everyone will do it at some point. my god is music. my god is writing. my god is irony. all these things give me a break from reality's burden. not a hiatus or a vacation, as that's counterproductive (don't long words like that remind you of half the German language?). just a smoke break before you meet your eventual fate.
fate, which by the way, is entirely in our control. but at the same time, its relationships with that around us are mostly concealed. so it's interesting that presented with a paradox such as that, the actions one would take are unchanged for the most part. but the reasoning and acceptance might be deeper and more pure. more evidence that god is merely an inanimate notion of human design. human necessity does strange things. this is the kind of thing psychologists describe to us as abstract and self-created. a nice way to say dream, idea, figment or illusion.
but doesn't an idea gain a certain amount of solidification when it helps us with its crutch-like placebo effect? enough blind faith and you can heal the world, right? that remains to be seen what the limits of humanity's achievements could be. we all hate each other remember? we're all so obsessed with self that a collective agreement could never be made on anything. whether it's desire to maintain the world we live in or the availability of food for a little starving child. our sympathy is self-serving and sporadic. there's no consensus widespread enough without something changing. drastically.
come clarity, come continuity--i am missing something of me--i will hopefully be around to see something come of these times. these times in which we forge new boundaries as we crush the previous landmarks. the time of hollow ideas and mismatched motivations deciding out future.