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So you exist. You were born a human, on planet earth. Most likely, your mom and dad had sex, and then you were conceived, inside your mother's womb. Dad's lucky, healthy sperm had a champ that got to mom's egg first. In the matrix of your mother, if you will. Nice and warm, in there. Cozy. You were once a single cell, which multiplied into the person you are now: 37.2 trillion cells, says my Alexa. You are what you eat (less what you excrete). You probably suckled on mama's teat. Mmm, milk from mother, mom, madre! That's why the letter M is used, if you were wondering, the form of your lips on the breast. Now, though, you suck on the teat of reality. You inhale life through your 5 senses (teens!). Tongue, ear, eye, nose, skin! Milk it for all it's worth. Eventually, you will die, like everyone else. Nothing is forever, everything is temporary. There is no such thing as immortality. Except oblivion. Everything becomes nothing. Even diamonds aren't forever. Welcome to the machine. Shine on, you crazy diamond. Relax, take it easy, go slow, just kick it. "You were conceived in sin and born in corruption, and pass from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud - there is always something" (-Robert Penn Warren). On the other hand, God is love. Your parents made love. They loved each other, and they love you. They are your Creator. Your You-niverse began with padre's penetrating penis, inside dear old 'mum. You should have warm feelings toward your parents. Dad, the CEO of your corporation, cum ecstasy orgasm, getting ahead. Your two parents, using their 3 heads, between them. Heads or tails? Yes, h-o-t! They made love, and they made you. You are love. God is love. You are God. God is good. Only God is good. God is everywhere. So everything is good. Good gawd! Trinity!

You should love yourself, love another, love your country, love humanity, love everyone, love everything, love life, love the universe, and, yes, love death, too. If you are grateful for everything, you will be in love, and that is the happiest state of being, the goal of all religions, the purpose of spirituality, the universal objective. Religion is a psychological approach, an attempt at happiness hypnosis. You come from love, and you go toward love, until you become Love. And there is nothing greater. Joy, bliss, happiness, contentment, satisfaction, elation, ecstasy, cheer, appreciation, gratitude, it's all there. Being love is being in love, being loved, and loving in return. It's a decision, constantly renewed, to keep loving a flawed reality, as it is, in all its imperfection, no matter what, unconditionally. God makes good. All error is corrected through love. God accepts you as you are. You were made perfect, and you still are, and you always will be. Don't worry, be happy.

You are a sinner? You are tempted toward evil? You hate, and resent, and wish ill on others? You are filled with spite and malice and disgust? You fantasize about torture and war and suffering and pain? You want to kill and maim and destroy, to punish and exact vengeance, to be savage and brutal and vicious and cruel? You want to crush people like bugs? You are not alone. Anger, rage, wrath, fury is part of the human condition. God made you that way. Mom and dad made you mad. God is a man of war. The art of war is deception. Lying is necessary for goodness. Only God is good. The truth is good, but so are lies. It's all good. God is in all things. Ask any Jesuit.

In my view, God is in a psy war, against war. But he isn't against war, exactly. He's FOR peace. That's the way it becomes real. The secret, if you will. Visualize whirled peas. Ha. Let love rule. Let?? Cut open the artery, and lap up that delicious, life-giving blood. God gave us the form, the structure of making a flawed reality perfect. The Mass. You eat his body, drink his blood. Cannibalism and vampirism. I bet the Jesuits might not all say so, but they will think about it, reflect on it, pray about it, and seek God's insight, the loving perspective. Praying is just psychic preying. Christians are told to be prayer warriors. But they're hoping for actual, real, physical violence, visited on the enemies of God. God's ways are a mystery. Missed stir E. Ecstasy soup. Spirituality has chew in it. So chew on that. Swallows are birds, that fly, like angels. Drink it down. God is great! Gr....eat. Grim Reaper, consuming. Delicious, yummy, tasty, satisfying flesh! Your life has meaning. It's mean. Get it?

I'm just kidding. At least I think I am. A kid is a goat. Eat a goat, not a child, okay? Not that there's really all that much difference, from a certain point of view. But the law goes a lot harder on you if you eat a human child. God may be all-knowing, but knowing the taste of baby is not something most gods approve of. If your God approves, he might have to do battle with many other Gods, who don't. I wouldn't recommend it. Just keep eating the chicken, the beef, the pork, the lamb, turkey, whatever. OR, maybe you should think of them as being your mother, like the Buddhists say. You wouldn't eat your mother, would you? Vegans get much love.

What DO I recommend? I'm figuring that out, day by day, for myself. You're on your own, but I'd guess you know best what's best for you. May the force be with you.