The Dying Part of Death; or how I learned I can't swim.

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What is their too fear in the great beyond? What is the point of trying to survive? and can we empathize with others pain even though we have nothing too fear? I don't know the sad thing is that all this pain is forced onto the innocent the ones who can say "I asked them to please stop hurting me and they did it anyway." All I know is sarcasm joy and the cross are the only way to deal with this bullshit. Give me a beer and some pain pills because I would love to get stoned with you. Not because I know how much your suffering but because as a sentient being I am here to salvage the life boat. I am here to bring a death to suffering through my cross and your by the examples of Christ we share a bond through fellowship that we can't shake because we all deserve to burn in hell.


Yes that is a rather bipolar way of looking at the mess but this is who I am, this is who we are. I have seen the devil and he doesn't play nice. Some of us are mothers, fathers, and playthings. disposable assets in a hierarchy that is only worried about it's self preservation. I am a existential pawn wanting to be used for a purpose even if my ultimate sacrifice may just be a mistake on the part of my lord. But I suffer not because I am in pain but because I can do nothing about yours. yup I am that pretentious and full of myself. you should be happy, respected and free but sometimes the answer is so simple that we suffer from our enlightenment. their is a old zen koan that goes "what is the sound of one hand clapping?" and to me the answer has always been the sound of a thirteen year discovering his fathers porn collection. No one is looking out for us. Be well, Be safe and try not to let all the overwhelming love kill your faith and heart.

 

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