Raz
Bluelighter
God.
God is a ball of gas that burns hot in the centre of it all, the mother and father that doesn't even know we exist. There are more important things out there than the universe's red-haired stepchildren. His real children are more than we know how to want to be.
His Children.
Density and gravity and light and illusion and reality and everything that makes up the canvas we paint ourselves upon and the soup which breathes us. Rocks which plunk into the deep black of space like pebbles into the cavepond. Quanta smaller than the most self-loathing depression that any man can know. Nebulae larger than any beauty. A dragon around a tree which swirls forever and dances into fire and the Godhead again and again and it never ends.
Life.
It's not houses and ego and clothing and this laughable arrogance in a lifetime shorter than anything we can conceive. It's in the way a butterfly dances around the flowering bud before both surrender themselves to the larger mysteries that lie beyond the Oortian cloud. It's what they do before the breath of the universe takes them back in. It's their total lack of pretension and their total understanding that they will never understand.
It really doesn't matter.
Sometimes we try too hard...
God is a ball of gas that burns hot in the centre of it all, the mother and father that doesn't even know we exist. There are more important things out there than the universe's red-haired stepchildren. His real children are more than we know how to want to be.
His Children.
Density and gravity and light and illusion and reality and everything that makes up the canvas we paint ourselves upon and the soup which breathes us. Rocks which plunk into the deep black of space like pebbles into the cavepond. Quanta smaller than the most self-loathing depression that any man can know. Nebulae larger than any beauty. A dragon around a tree which swirls forever and dances into fire and the Godhead again and again and it never ends.
Life.
It's not houses and ego and clothing and this laughable arrogance in a lifetime shorter than anything we can conceive. It's in the way a butterfly dances around the flowering bud before both surrender themselves to the larger mysteries that lie beyond the Oortian cloud. It's what they do before the breath of the universe takes them back in. It's their total lack of pretension and their total understanding that they will never understand.
It really doesn't matter.
Sometimes we try too hard...
