It’s the biggest load of bull on the planet today, and everyone is
doing it – giving the appearance that they are sure. Facts be damned,
convincing is what really sells, and the image of definite is what we
really buy. Seeming confidence is high, even when facts say otherwise,
even tho what seems can’t be taken to the bank. By definition, the word
know means certainty, that’s why it’s tacked on to everything that’s
not really certain – to seem certain. You know?
In this, uh, existence, there’s obvious manifesting , and there’s
the not so easy un-obvious . The god (read good) in everything and
every one slips on by un-real-eyesed , the result is clear bias , what is
obvious versus not so obvious. The not so obvious still is, just not so
obvious. Rinsed, repeated, doctrinated, dogmatized,
supposedly for your protection by those who think they know,
resulting in some serious mistakes throughout history, and
rather than see what is, human parrots repeat a mantra:
“There is no evidence.”
Don’t repeat after me…
No DNA evidence, no pictures, just words of certainty, meanings of surety to
be ignored, or taken for what they are; and all have free will to decide.
No maybe, kinda, sorta, could be, just the is. Definite, and yet there’s considerable
interpretation and translation for each word, depending on who wants what.
So, despite uncounted places of worship of numerous religions, untold amounts
of calm clear reasoning in mountains of literature, zillions of zealous followers
with decades of faith-tested real logic and real actions, the generations
of inspiration just that entails, there is no proof that there is no God,
arrogance, ignorance, intelligence or a sure thing anywhere. Truth, well
heaven and earth may pass away, but that’ll still be there, eternally.
Thus endeth the day’s rant.
Once upon a time and long ago, in a galaxy not so far away,
somebody wearing the pants got em pulled down,
and they weren’t wearing any clean underwear.
In fact, they weren’t wearing any underwear!
It was a shock to almost everybody, but all the
rebels came running to say:
“These are not the droids you’re looking for”.
Of course, they were the droids everybody was
looking for, they tried to run some more,
but they couldn’t hide, things got messy,
long story short, they all cried in the end,
and there were no buckets of money or
sequels either.
The End.
memyselfnie 