I wonder what it takes to be consistent. If its a struggle against the outside world, to hold yourself inside and press against the preserved lines of your holy self.

I wonder how happiness is like us, made a fool of in time. And if the bible holds secrets beyond what we understand.

And if it stood for religion, I wonder again what kind. If it was a religion of nature, of empowerment. To give ourselves the notion of identity, or to give us a sanctity on earth, of earth.

If its so, if there is no higher power above circumstance, then I certainly am mistaken.