God is more real than the air we breathe, for it transcends the illusion of life itself, the one the brain creates. It penetrates through happiness, depression, euphoria and grief. This is already bigger than my very own delusions of grandeur stemming from both shame and euphoria... I am big as I am small. I am deep as I am hollow. I am as significant as I am void. As gold so is filth. I am as vital as I am a parasite. Demon or angel? I am both and neither. To bring God into an argument or opinion (such as this one) is futile and meaningless. Science, quantum physics and/or spiritual mystics is just man's way of saying "let's see what God has made". There is endlessly more genius in the simple love of a child towards a caring mother and vice-versa than the geniuses of all human geniuses, physicists and spiritual wooks, beyond all which is graspable. I can only culminate in utopias under the mother of all paradoxicals and juxtapositions. Pushing the nameless to be more beyond to itself and phosphorescent, breaking through all cognitive dissonances and grotesque, you are loved. I will remember this as I will forget this, but it doesn't matter...
(Sometime in January, 2023)
