Thursday, September 24, 2009

Empty Sky

During my excommunication, I’ve been combing the sky, looking for god, and all I’ve found are clouds. The sky is a unique thing, insofar as the emptier it gets, the heavier it gets. The burden of all of that loneliness increases exponentially the more it is understood. As you further grasp the nature of your involuntary solitude, the notion of anything metaphysical will begin to offend your palate. The concept of god(s) will turn your stomach. There are sickly intellectuals who will convolute logic around itself to baffle away the loneliness. They would have you believe that god is a mathematician and heaven is an algorithm. In my estimation, god is a cruel joke and an insult to our human dignity.

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