“What am I doing here, I asked myself?
There was no answer.”
“We drown in entertainment to avoid the silence where God speaks.. then complain that he's silent.”
“You already have so much.
Maybe it's time to finally see it.”
I used to think over-explaining everything
would make you want to talk about it.
I used to think if I was able just explain myself right.
That your understanding could help us ignore the promise of uncertainty.
We couldn’t listen to one another anymore.
Not without an officiating observer; an empirical fact-checking AI server.
We lost faith in one another:
-that anything was actually true anymore
-that a dialogue spread corruption; brought disruption and was harmful to everyone as a whole.
I hope your doubts bring you back to a dialogue.
I hope you shake off the “ick,” and discover the swamplands of the soul.
The humming din of the worker bees within.
That which sires the growth within decay.
That which administers the sting.
I hope you begin to listen to the din within
and learn to discern by an avoidance of the stinger
and reply with choices strong enough to nourish new growth yet soft enough not to wake the bees.
You have to grow from the inside out.
No one can teach you, no one can make you grow. There is no other teacher than that which can be found within your soul.
October 22, 2025
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
“What am I doing here, I asked myself?
There was no answer.”
“We drown in entertainment to avoid the silence where God speaks.. then complain that he's silent.”
“You already have so much.
Maybe it's time to finally see it.”
I used to think over-explaining everything
would make you want to talk about it.
I used to think if I was able just explain myself right.
That your understanding could help us ignore the promise of uncertainty.
We couldn’t listen to one another anymore.
Not without an officiating observer; an empirical fact-checking AI server.
We lost faith in one another:
-that anything was actually true anymore
-that a dialogue spread corruption; brought disruption and was harmful to everyone as a whole.
I hope your doubts bring you back to a dialogue.
I hope you shake off the “ick,” and discover the swamplands of the soul.
The humming din of the worker bees within.
That which sires the growth within decay.
That which administers the sting.
I hope you begin to listen to the din within
and learn to discern by an avoidance of the stinger
and reply with choices strong enough to nourish new growth yet soft enough not to wake the bees.
You have to grow from the inside out.
No one can teach you, no one can make you grow. There is no other teacher than that which can be found within your soul.
October 22, 2025
