Words that conjure a beautiful world, in my mind, bringing forth the noblest of human aspirations.
Living words that take on new meaning as I understand more about the universe and its laws, as I tread gently on a path of self discovery.
Words unbound, and unchained by literal views and historical precedents.
Words that animate matter and spirit and shapes reality in a creative act of seeing.
Foolishly I thought that such words bind us.
Foolishly I thought that we prayed to the same God.
The god he worshiped was of made of adulterated matter. Made of fears, hopes and social constructs. It was a dominating and dogmatic god, like he was.
A useful god that cleared for him a road to power and domination over feeble and base minds that continue to worship the Nietzschean dead god of their illusions. The wretches!
Meanings of holy Words, copied from generation to the next without spiritual transubstantiation. Meanings that with time become confused for the Words of God. As cells proceed unto death by making copies, and then dying, those meaning having moved through generations making ever more erroneous copies in minds until DEATH!
Now I know that he is dead! His thoughtless utterances only affirm that he is a machine devoid of spirit. Motivated by an evolutionary imperative to spread death and stasis in the minds of humanity. He replicated himself through a viral meme, mustering all the resources and powers in his path. What meme? You man ask? Well… he fashions pocket sized gods for the miserable and lost.
I turn to the Source, I reach out for the infinite, the uncontained, the unfathomable, the grandest mystery. The spectacle of the praying-machine haunting me.