Achoo

God  Bless You

God? Who, What, Where, When, Why, How, Which is it??

Why me of course.  You too.   Everybody, really.

He/She is the source of all things good.   It’s all good.

The deity is Reality Itself:    Reality is all the God there ever is.

God is I am.   Everything in existence.   I am who am.

I am what I shall prove to be.  The name is incidental.

He doesn’t care what you call him, anyway.  I mean, I don’t.

He is multiple, male, female.   now, forever.  good, bad.

It’s all good.    Don’t worry, be happy.  God is Love.  

God is righteous, and hates evil.  Hates the sin, not the sinner.

God is a word.  A word-game.  Infinite and perfect. 

One, Jesus, Trinity, Christ, Holy Spirit, Ate, Nein!

The book of numbers is the 4th book (for a reason?) 

God never make mistakes.   Reality is just the way it should be.

Nothing needs to change.   Change is the only constant, anyway.

Everything in the Universe is vibrating, changing location.

Hey man, spare some change?  I can’t change, no no no no.

I’m a million different people from one day to the next.

God is everywhere, everywhen.   Spacetime.  

In all directions, at any distance.  God is virtue,, good, happiness.

God is always Now.   Later is a different now.  

Time is confusing.  At least it was, then, when I read Rovelli. Ha. 

How is God?  Fine, thank you.   And Yourself?  

Which is God?  Let’s make Love, shall we?  

Or not, lol.   Just as well.  

Worst, Worse, Bad, Neutral, Good, Better, Best.   

The best is more god than the worst.   But it’s all God.

What the hell am I babbling about?  Just life, existence, reality.

When you die, God is dead.  But existence persists.  Dust to dust. 

Mother to Grandmother to Great-Grandmother to infinity and beyond!

Eventually, it will come to nothing.   Enjoy the ride.   Whatever.

Another trip around the sun, lots of delicious food, and opportunities

To make yourself a made man, or a pinball, a master or slave, happy or sad.

Ce la vie.   Que sera sera.   Yada yada.  Get on with it.   Love life.

Feel free.   But are you, really?  God bless you.  Be good. 
Be Yourself.   Be Who You Want to Be.   Who are You?

Besides a dream within a dream…. Who is the dreamer?

Bloviating?  Blogging.  Blog-ificating.  Blogization.  

Blogaricity, a big bag of boogers, for the begging bugs!

J/K

Stupid Little Poem

Hello and hi.   Greetings and salutations.  Aloha and hola.

How dost thou do-est?  Dost my salutatory doing cheerest thou?

Upon a rock I doth lay my head

My bones are like rocks, when I’m dead

My flesh, like meat, food for worms

Bugs and such, my opinion stands firm:

Souls and spirits evaporate; they never were, says Kate

You need a brain to process life

You need to feel pain to experience strife

Devoid of sense, you are a rock

Without eyes, you cannot gawk

Lurking in the earth, no re-birth, for what it’s worth

Dying, dead, done

The End