There are millions of reasons to be an atheist–go back twenty-five years in time and I’ll tell you most of them–but they don’t add up to the one reason not to be: the love of God.The most ambiguous phrase ever spoken, a perfect void of meaning, you say?Empty as a blank canvas….Well, you can paintContinue reading “Reasons”
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Beyond the Break
If you fix your attentionon the waves as they roll to the shore,never once looking beyond the break,you could say (and rightfully so),”I see no evidence of an Ocean.”When one person does this,we call it ignorance.When a society does this,we call it provincialism.When the whole world does this,we call it common sense.Everything that humanity hasContinue reading “Beyond the Break”
Just End the Chase
Make no mistake about it: It’s not paranoia. Love is trying to kill you. Die willingly now, Or painfully later. It makes no difference. But why not just end the chase, And feel the sweet caress of God’s arrow Before it pierces your heart? Back to Poetry
Conversation with Myself
“I finally figured out the whole free will versus determinism thing. Oh? Which one is correct? Are you a slave, or are you free? Neither. There is no Me to be a slave, and there is no Me to be free. Exactly! And now, beloved slave, you are free! Your own shackles can hold youContinue reading “Conversation with Myself”
Somewhere
Ever wonderhow many sunrisesyou have left in this life?If you are thinking of a number,please,stop whatever you are doing.You are not free here.Somebody owns the name you call yourself,and it isn’t you.This is what it means to sayyour days are numbered–in truth, they are numberless.The sun never sets on you.You feel like the fulcrum of aContinue reading “Somewhere”
Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke
Sometimes a man rises from the supper tableand goes outside. And he keeps on goingbecause somewhere to the east there’s a church.His children bless his name as if he were dead.Another man stays at home until he dies,stays with plates and glasses.So then it is his children who go outinto the world, seeking the churchContinue reading “Manchmal steht einer auf beim Abendbrot, by Rainer Maria Rilke”
Religion, simplified
Is The Glass Empty?
Afterglow
God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t likeContinue reading “Afterglow”
Not One, Not Two 