My veiws on religion and existance change day to day, moment to moment, second to second. In the time it takes to blink I've recalled a million theories and thought of a million faiths. Sometimes I look out the window and see the weather or something beautiful. Or I can see a whole planet and a tiny speck in the universe all at once. It makes the difference if I consider this only a world or an ENTIRE world. I'm fickle on my veiws, but I do know this: If there is a God or Creator I shun it for all the pain it's created and I congradulate it on the beauty and wonder it's created and I wonder if it even gives a damn about what it's created. And if there isn't a god or something to look forward to when I die I smile on the world for I know it will go on until the Sun expands into it or an asteroid breaks it apart. And that, my friends, it a comforting thought.
We're all going to the same place. Why are some in such a rush to send others there or get there first? And who can say if it's good or bad?
Poetry
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