Wednesday, October 1, 2014
This not-first night in this new-to-me house.
The small people are moving by my side, dancing and sinking into my couch as they let me know what's happened.
They're familiar faces, which made me think today that the same is outwardly true of mine.
Obama's long pauses are more greatly defined, either on adderall or due to the shorter format attempting to accommodate the jist of what he said.
I wish I could work with Jon Stewart; I've never said that online some how.
I'm between sub and full-consciously prematurely avoiding rejection; My boggart is effort.
He's talking about the UN global summit on climate change; All seems fucked to me.
Today I told my friends I'd like to be a senator.
"No God condones this terror." -Obama sounds beautiful tonight.
I wish it wasn't loaded to say that.
Why.
Why, fucktards?
Just why.
I love my God.
He's your God, too.
He has to be because the only God I worship is the only one worthy of all of our praise.
Everyone had a high god.
I'm my own God, more easily when I'm high.
But I am him and he is me, and he is the humility.
He/It/Her whatever, the singularity and symbiotic vortex of binary, is the remainder of what I'm not.
So I inherently cannot be more without worship.
I cannot worship myself or else I am stagnant.
God himself is humility because I need to choose to give any shits or be thankful at all.
Only we can control the things we see and know, and while God rules the skies, we rule our lives.
If we didn't then there would be no God.
We would have nothing to think, nothing to think of losing or gaining, because we are nothing.
I think, therefore I am.
And God is, therefore we are.
We are zeros and ones.
He was zero and exploded to be one, then became our zero and wanted us as one, then gives us zero so we together can make one. The one begins as a zero always, occasionally staying that way.
Then we're born, and swing cyclically in some opinions, but more accurately become more dense, as the zeros and ones compound in ourselves and make us acknowledge they exist.
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