Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.
So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.
Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.
I had an enemy - myself. Getting rid of the ego-self, in came the Self. Now, here, there, everywhere is nothing else. Just One Self.
All is a forever.
Only that 'holy' book which teaches you to love all beings - animals or human things - read. Another one, idiots do, You let go, God speed.
You got to die for 'It'. Or you'll remain a religious nutcase. In other words, a dickhead, nitwit.
I have to tell you the truth. But you are too ugly for it.
It is indeed a curse to dream as you walk amongst the dreamless
If you are the one perfect person in an imperfect world, you are flawed.
Be not afraid life with all its despair, pain and unhappiness is just a crucible wherein your brighter dreams are conceived, shaped and born
Don't, but if at all, then, lie to the whole damn world - never to your own damn, silly stupid self.
Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.
Truth will screw with you every which way, before it lets you to be anywhere near itself.
Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.
May your eyes be the eyes of truthAnd guided from deception
God of blind believers is most likely to be cock-eyed.
Come on, let your silly egotistical self be gone! And then only THAT WHICH IS will be shown.
Truth respects no ism.
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