Keeping the balance:
Or, at least, trying
Status: Auf Kurs
If the price of the crime is already paid Why shall we born Guilty? Why don’t we have clean records and new suits (as promised)?
Pain is really justified? Is it necessary?
Why the Suffering is a mandatory part of the process?
Why are You silently hiding behind misconceptions, wishful thinking and foolishly hopes?
Why Pain still exists and flourishes in our flesh? And Agony in our Soul!
If the lack of Your sunny presence is the Hell itself … than … probably we are already in Hell!
Earth is in fact the Hell, isn’t it? …
But still … In this bitterly winter of your absence, why don’t you let your footprints in the snow in order to properly track you?
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PS: Even so … “I’m on course back to you!”
^_^
Side effects
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Attention! Dangerous snail! It bite, if it’s angry.
Deconversion
A personal history (told by Evid3nc3) that is extraordinarily resembling with MY personal history of deconversion:
Click HERE to continue the story
week-END
Today – SUNday.
Today – Trip with God moving over the Face of the Waters
And staring at the uncreated (yet) MOON. Day.
PS: And everything else just because I know that tomorrow morning it will be the first day of my life when I’ll wake up yesterday.
We are going to die. And that makes us the lucky ones
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. (…)” (Richard Dawkins reads from his book ‘Unweaving the Rainbow‘)
the dawn of superseding
From the burning ashes of humans’ dreams
a new soul is born now.
The Soul of Machines.
Chasing the Shadows
I’m quietly snowing
in the middle of my Summer.
Like a mute prophet
in the middle of your Dessert.
I’m thundering softly
in your talkative ear.
Like a lullaby Dragon
disseminating fear.
I am raining and lighting
below the inner Ocean.
Like a Milky Way poured
into a coffee-deadly potion.
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I am … Whatever.
Who cares!
and Nevermind.
Chasing the Shadows
Makes you forget that
We are blind.
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