We
find it funny that some cultures won’t eat pork and find it offensive that some
cultures will eat a dog, but it is all a matter of perspective and I’m getting
really tired of this discussion. There is no right or wrong, there is only what
you believe is right or wrong. Running low on money and gasoline doesn’t mean
you weren’t meant to go, it doesn’t mean anything, you’re just low on money and
gasoline and I’m tired of living in a world where people think we are more than
wildebeest in a concrete jungle. Even time isn’t real, celestial bodies rotate
and revolve and we perceive the effects that such motions have as being more
then celestial bodies trapped in gravitational pulls. Everybody thinks
everything matters and I am so bored with their conversations, it’s not part of
some design of a spiritual architect and most people make something meaningful
because of how it disrupts what they believe their lives should be. Anteaters root
through the leaves looking for food and that is about the equivalent of what we
do and when you talk I see a monkey ready to fling it’s pooh. We believe that
the things we do need to be done and we believe that our needs are the doctrine
of the divine; we imagine therefore it is. I imagine it’s all a bunch of crap,
a tail chasing trap, an expectation of everything except the unexpected. We are
mammals migrating toward the sun always on the run from the sorrow that can’t
find solace in a higher functioning brain that makes more of everything then
what it really is – indigenous species on a life sustaining planet whose
bodies decompose after death and nothing more.
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