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.
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.
If you are the one perfect person in an imperfect world, you are flawed.
All is a forever.
I have to tell you the truth. But you are too ugly for it.
Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.
You got to die for 'It'. Or you'll remain a religious nutcase. In other words, a dickhead, nitwit.
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.
God of blind believers is most likely to be cock-eyed.
It is indeed a curse to dream as you walk amongst the dreamless
Truth respects no ism.
Though death might still the show, life would be the most critiqued act of our existence. Own your stage.
Life is too short to bullshit.
The people who strive for failure are encouraged by those that failed before them. To do the same
May your eyes be the eyes of truthAnd guided from deception
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