So, no more poetic shit. At least not for today. Yesterday was extremely interesting to me. I meet an agnostic and a devout Christian. Both were incredibly intelligent people. They both had two different sides of viewing the world of religion. It’s so funny how I just stood in the middle. I don’t know for sure which side to take. Sides are so boring. So, I trangressed to typical natural human reaction. Believe it or not, the agnostic individual ideas were so mind blowing and I could help but listen. The other side was all the usual rhetoric that I’ve heard my whole life. So, I’m stuck here, in the middle.
I’m tired of hearing the same story over and over again. I think my mind is a little bit more capable of the generic explaination of life. The meaning of life, the creation of life, our natures and why we are. It all seems so blasé to me.
35 years have passed and I am no closer to the answer than when I was 5 years old. I can’t stand the lemmings of the world accepting the popular opinion. At the same time, I’m not going to accept new thoughts as pure fact or truth. No matter how compelling they are. It’s become another life long battle of enclosed walls for me.
Generally, I am coming to a pure resolution in my life. No longer will I accept anything. I just want to control the energy and fire that is within me. I want to let loose a barrage of pure expression to the world. Now, frankly, I don’t give a shit what the world thinks now. It’s my release. My regression to the pure moments I had when I was a child. Where I felt the moments as the happened and appreciated all of them. Bring it on, cause I’ve reached my metamorphisis. If I lose you, it no longer become a priority in the mental cave. Bears be out!