I still have this idea that punishment is going to come from some divine God of things, for doing wrong. Wrong has been right enough, to where I don't think anything would exist without it. Its pretty much a choice how one sees it.
I spill my seed. I make more. My skin does die, and it sheds. I shed now for the future. Consequences are temporary. Its all okay. Nothing is okay.
No matter what I do I'll be punished. Without punishment I couldn't feel. Not that that is really any better than nothing, but while we're here, we might as well see it through. I do think there is something worthwhile to it, even if sometimes it seems pointless and so often one step forward and two steps back... Or just the same thing, which ends in death. That we are just eaters. That we trick ourselves into keeping up this game of life, and that if we really knew, we'd see no point. But I tend to think we're Godly, and we have a choice what to do with our hands, and mouths. And we can enjoy ourselves.
I spill my seed. I make more. My skin does die, and it sheds. I shed now for the future. Consequences are temporary. Its all okay. Nothing is okay.
No matter what I do I'll be punished. Without punishment I couldn't feel. Not that that is really any better than nothing, but while we're here, we might as well see it through. I do think there is something worthwhile to it, even if sometimes it seems pointless and so often one step forward and two steps back... Or just the same thing, which ends in death. That we are just eaters. That we trick ourselves into keeping up this game of life, and that if we really knew, we'd see no point. But I tend to think we're Godly, and we have a choice what to do with our hands, and mouths. And we can enjoy ourselves.