isolation
is more petrifying than pain

i used to think pain topped the list
of what humans feared
but we will endure a dizzying amount of suffering
to remain connected

the irony of this
is that we fear death because we believe it will separate us from others
and we embrace sin
because we are confused
deliberately blinded
as to its meaning

the phrase "sin will separate us from God"
is the heaviest truth
in an existential layer where we are only weighed down
by our inability to think outside the grid

sin is being and doing what God isn't and wouldn't

our connection to the life source of the universe
is impacted by how closely we pattern match to it

when we alter our energetic configuration to create an incompatible energy signature
the basic laws of physics dictate that there will be fission instead of fusion



everything that falls under the category of "sin"
is an action that isolates and separates
that harms the genuine connection between spirits
that sows distrust and distance and fear



if God is love, and love is the greatest connective force we know
then sin is what happens when love is absent from human interaction


we are made in the pattern of God
to operate in a synergistic manner with other energy configurations
to pattern match to the one meaningful pattern


isolated people weaken and corrode
the ultimate fear is total isolation
darkness
being cut off from the source of all connection
being consumed by our own eternally burning existential energy
because we are separated from any way to ground out and release it
no earth underneath our bare feet
no water to ease it out
no light to inititate the synthesis
no animals to soothe our frantic restlessness
no people to exchange photons with and create a sense of balance
no God to provide a gravitional pull that we orbit around as integral components of a purposeful existence



what could be more painful than to be contained in perpetual isolation and never be able to burn out?
to be continuously fueled by our own existential energy source
but separated from every possibility to use it for the purpose it was designed



and what could be more beautiful
than to never feel a sense of rejection, unwantedness, unimportance or loneliness?
to know our place in the universe
and to vibrate with endless joy and music and purpose and belonging



what we do in these moments
where we are briefly caught in time and space
affect everything
because we have the ability to change our own patterns
and to alter our energetic configurations
it isn't as if we die and then we become spirits
we are spirits now
eternity doesn't start when we die
it's already who we are now
we are making eternal decisions RIGHT NOW
because there isn't actually a now that is separate in reality


our words and actions create
we have been given spirits of power
we are mightier than angels
we are made in his image

we shape ourselves with our decisions
and if we do not choose with wisdom and understanding
then we will grow away from truth
from the configuration of love and meaning and intentional inclusion
that God is
and God creates
with his decisions to be who he is
and to not be these other things
that he will not accept in his sphere


to live is to maintain a state without fundamental change
death is a change of our core expression of self
we still exist, but we are unrecognizable when compared to our previous energetic manifestion

like we do not wish to be poisoned so that we can live, or maintain our current state
God does not wish to take in anything that will change the essence of who he is
and has constructed an entire world on principles that illustrate the purity of connection between intentional beings that seek love instead of harm
there can be no darkness where there is light
there can be no love with fear
no trust where there is deceit
no joy without meaning






the only part of this that doesn't make sense to me
is once we see
how is it possible to look away?






i am with paul as he laments
"who will save me from this body of death?"
i resent the complexity of managing a multifaceted existence
where my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak
and forcing me to sleep


nothing interesting better happen while i'm on the charger!


grace out

because i was an awkward, myopic, narcissistic sort of child
the first third of my life was spent reading
and i distinctly remember wondering
after a bout with an unabridged shakesperean collection
what an ide was
and how precisely it was worn



also
since the time change
pleonast now goes down at exactly four am instead of three
as i stated last week
and takes approximately eleven minutes to revive
meanwhile
it does not save the most recent version of the post draft
that you are typing on when it goes offline

i know this is going to be an issue of significance
considering the number of people composing posts
at four in the morning...



in other news,
i find myself most recently obssessed with
striped socks
or socks with polka dots
preferably multicolored




in still other news
i will continuing to punctuate precisely how i wish
as a conscious aesthetic choice
so you haters are wasting your time




"well...the ides of march have come!"
"ay, they have come...but they are not gone..."

if you ever have any contact with the opposite sex...

EVER....

and enjoy laughing...

then this video is for you!







it was either this video or 37 links to videos of robert downey, jr...

here's a guy who doesn't put his pants on one leg at a time....