There are questions hidden inside of us that we do not know that we are asking. I must seek answers I never thought existed.
Yesterday I thought about a God beyond the pleroma and anything that we can conceive of as God. So that the most important thing in the Universe was not at all a God of any sort, and that the Greatest is not anything that can be regarded as “important”. Is not anything like we conceive, as an “answer”.
This morning I “smoked too many cigarettes”. I am tired of questions, I am tired of answers, I just want out of the cycle, but wanting is just another dissatisfaction… another question, another craving. I just don’t want to care.
Walking to chemistry class I saw a one-year-old drop his fuzzy toy. “Agh!” was his reaction… they start so young, oh Jesus.
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