how can your faith be unfaltering until something
horrible happens to you?
don't you understand the physical world? is this an
epic opera of benevolence?
you see. you know. you live here with me in this
world that crushes, that drips poison, that
bastardizes holiness and hides like a thief in the
but now you are the victim and the quest is over. you
won't spend your life being pissed on, dreaming of
some super-rational levation orgasm.
first you create a high love, then you believe you see
holiness. and this earth steals holiness long before it
thinks to disintegrate the container for your Big Mac.
but that is not your revelation.
your revelation is that it is so horrible to be hit; that
there is no need to quest and claw after the Taj
Mahal because you are realizing your superhumanity
through grief, through feeling the gush of floodwater
ravaging you, filling your temple and weighing itself
against the heaviness of the cosmos.
and you see the journey now, you truly see it. and
you go, you truly go.
and you are not headed towards any transcendent
go. go hauling the weight of our bloody realm.