I spent many years of my life searching for what is termed “spiritual” only to come to the realization that my purpose in this life, if there is any within its absurdness, is to experience the material universe that I seem to be existing in…
…I am not the first person to come to this type of realization. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin proposed that we are spiritual beings having a material experience, while Camus alluded to an understanding that how we make meaning in this absurd reality is through our experiences and the relationships we form and foster. I have known about these theories and philosophies on life for a long time, however I wish I would have understood what these concepts really meant earlier in my life. It seems we regret the things we did not do far more than the things we did do.

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Always running from God,
thinking you are running to God.
Hiding in temples,
hiding in churches,
hiding from the light.
Hiding,
hiding,
forever hiding.
Always running from the light.
Fearing the light,
fearing the dark,
fleeing from God.
Fleeing from God, towards the gods men have created.
Abstaining from life in favor of spirit.
Always missing the point.
Not understanding spirit.
Rejecting the material for the spiritual
is rejecting the spiritual.
Always suppressing.
What is the point of your existence?
Never indulging.
What is the point of your existence?
Rejecting the material world.
Why did you make the trip?
You always run from the light of God,
the beauty of this material world,
this chaotic absurdness of our universe.
You always run from the proof of God,
all the beauty,
the smells,
the sounds,
the tastes,
the sensations of the sensual world.
The sensual world is God,
a goodness created by God,
from God,
therefore is God.
You run into those churches.
Rejecting God’s creation, the material world.
You run into those temples.
Rejecting God’s gift to us, the material world.
You run into unholy holy places,
hiding from the light,
hiding from life.
Sitting in a cave listening to nothing or
drip,
drip,
drip.
Ripping yourself off trying to transcend this illusion.
The illusion is the feeling that you need to
transcend this illusion.
Abstinence is the ultimate sin.
Experience is your divine commission,
come into that light.
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