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L-I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 52) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

What is God, to me (God?)

The Creator, Destroyer, and Preserver (to get Hindu)

Creator: My parents created me, and all their ancestors, going back to the unicellular organism that split into it's Eve in the "primordial soup," which perhaps, like all matter, has consciousness. I am adopted, so the parental set expands to 4, nature and nurture separately. And, as long as I'm being expansive, I can include all the people who influenced me, and those who influence me now. In fact, if I am as sensitive a mind as my brain seems to indicate (I get headshocks quite esaily), perhaps no one is outside of the purview of influencing/creating me. I have the last say, of course. I am the creator of my own world. Perhaps I should nullify the influence of language and letters.

Destroyer: Time destroys all things. So nature, and my nature, at times, my dna, the universe- all have conspired to make me a mere mortal. Perhaps I will live forever as conscious matter.. Things, perhaps, merely change form.

Preserver: My wife Sara (St. Sara is called Kali the black)..(are we in the age of Kali?) sustains me. She keeps me ticking. God is love, after all. Sara, in Kannada, means necklace or chain. She wears an S on her neck sometimes, which just means she's so super special (and she is).

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