Star stuff confeti

God is the world.
God is the stars.
God is the star stuff and the jelly behind people's eyes.
Cosmic dust and virtruvia.
God is the time between gasps of a couple bound together in bliss.
He is the number of steps between the cradle and the grave.
He is the faith of one and the doubt of a million.
The lies of perception, and the perception of truth.
Denial of the word and acceptance of the blood.
Policing chaos 1 0 1 1 0 0 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 1
Binary in all aspects.
Yet artistic in every design.
Perfect.
Fractured.
Clouded and clear.
D e L UUu Deed
And Sane.
All and nothing.
We are God, God is us.
What ever you do to the least of My breatheren, you do unto me.
Let him who smite be smitten, he who slanders be fouled by pig shit.
And the greedy, let choke on the bones of the weak and forsaken.
We are God's instruments of justice and injustice.
We are the hand that saves and the fist that smites.
We are the builders of the wheel.
The wheel that turns, the wheel of the never ending cycle of birth and rebirth.
Let us be the heart of our God.
Be us HATE.
Let be L o Ve.
letusbetranquility.
CH AOOS bE Let OuR NnN NaaAm mMes BeaA AR.
P E R F E C T I O N
diSSSooluTion.
Let us be what we are.
God made us human.
To be part of what makes us human is to contemplate that which we cannot understand.
That which we cannot, in our finite memory stream, begin to comprehend.
We are too blind to be God's ears.
We are too deaf to be God's eyes.
We are what we are.
We are God's love.
We are God's heart.

Coats and Things

Pathetic.
How you starve and crave and hunger for the things that make you starve and crave and hunger.
NO MORE!!
Clinging to those fragments of thought, scattered speculation that is naught but the truth of a lie.

I am you. You are love. Love makes the world go round and round.
I am you. You are love. Love makes the world go round and round.
I am you. You are love. Love makes the world go round and round.

We are the demons we fear.
Cravings of the mind that hound us.
Pleasure and pain, all is relative.
Time is relative, sin is relative, good is relative, thought is relative.
Only God is absolute.
We are the desire in the Unbeheld's mind.
We are the blisters that pain the mind of the cosmos.
We are the pleasure derived from that pain.
God sees our suffering.
God is our suffering.
God is our pleasure.
God is our relief.
God is nothing.
God is everything.
God is the source.
God is the infinite and the incredibly finite.
The sands that form time, the stream that deters life.
Anti life, hope, magnitude, all embodiments of power and weakness, of absence and abundance.
We are the embodiment of God's desire.
And like desire, we are cruel, we consume all including ourselves.
Like desire, we are blind to the suffering of others.
How we starve and crave and hunger for the things that make you starve and crave and hunger.
We are God's desire personified.
The anthropomorphic embodiement of an infinite probobility, all impossible but occured.
We are all that we cannot become, for we are naught but desire.