01-27-2018, 03:28 AM
I find some ironic solace and peace knowing that no matter how much I hate God, my Creator will still love me.
Perhaps we're here to discover self hatred (hatred of Creator), to better know ourselves.
It is a rather complex and seemingly daunting experience, perhaps ever trippy to a soul.
And hey, living and hating is better than murdering yourself. At least if you live you get to enjoy some things, like food or smokes.
Or beds and the peace of sleep and dreams.
But this society is very sick, and I don't know if God is to blame for that, or if that responsibility lies on the collective human shoulders who manifested this society.
Eitherway, something is wrong. Maybe I'm here to fix it, why would I feel it so vividly otherwise? To just gawk at it? Seems like an odd reason to feel such.
Perhaps we're here to discover self hatred (hatred of Creator), to better know ourselves.
It is a rather complex and seemingly daunting experience, perhaps ever trippy to a soul.
And hey, living and hating is better than murdering yourself. At least if you live you get to enjoy some things, like food or smokes.
Or beds and the peace of sleep and dreams.
But this society is very sick, and I don't know if God is to blame for that, or if that responsibility lies on the collective human shoulders who manifested this society.
Eitherway, something is wrong. Maybe I'm here to fix it, why would I feel it so vividly otherwise? To just gawk at it? Seems like an odd reason to feel such.