I wrote this in one of my darker moments I hope it doesnt bring the reader down.
a cold god
in eighteen years i have noticed god. god is nothing, god is everything. god follows no code, he has no moroles. god is an anarchist, he is mystifying, miraculus. god is annoying, he is hard to understand, shapeless, yet filled with shapes. God is unique, he is plain.
god is a universe of activity, gods universe is a barron wasteland… so if god can be and then not be in the same second, and if he can care and then not care, or if he can be an anarchist, then to me he is ultimatly human without humanity… he is cruel and unjust, but fair and loving in a parallell second. he is undecided, corrupt, chaotic, he is loud and strong, yet silent and fragile.
he is a cold god, and without organs, how could he care about organic matter? without a brain, why should he care, how could he understand? without a heart, how could he love?
how could something so paradox exist, unless we made him up?…
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