But how could God, a man/alien/invisible arrogant entity, that made us and loves us, judge us.
But I love him… And never, no matter what he failed, what he questioned, what he snorted or what he killed would I ever wish to see him hurt. I would give up my eyes to hear that boy say, “Belly, I love you.”
Everyday people get hurt; people suffer for no fault of their own. Where is the God that loves them? Don’t tell me it’s divine… It’s only narcissism.
That’s the God I wanted to believe in, so as not to fear a meaningless death, until I realized I was only using my imagination.
Because no matter what atrocities may happen to the world, my friends, my family, myself I will not believe in evil. From Charles Manson to Ted Bundy, they were all someone’s Cole. Yeah, it seems a fuse busted, a switch was flipped, but that’s psychological not devilish. Right and wrong has been based on societal ideas and what works forever. We don’t kill people today on the regular because we know that kind of justice just doesn’t work all that well… Eventually the dad, the mom, the minions of the murdered might murder someone close to you. It’s cause and effect, it’s problem solving, it’s the evolution of a thought.
But wait…. Although your life might not have some vast all encompassing meaning that everyone sees and knows it can have meager meaning that impacts so much… it just happens a little at a time. So instead of trying to make an impression on that godhead in the clouds, why not focus on making an impression on the people around you. Our lives aren’t about working towards an afterlife; they’re about working to keep a life after ours.
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