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nothing bothers me more than people who say they have found god. no one has found god. life is not about finding god. "GOD" is intangible and not something we can grasp, but we pretend to. people put quotes around his words and then put those words in his mouth they string ideas of her into beads and crosses - what exactly are you clinging to? people don't know. we are too small and we are not wise enough. god is the whole universe. god is nothing. god is a tree, a bird, a thought. god is a little boy with a piece of candy stuck in his hair, an artist in a garret, a dog on a cushion, a girl in an alley. i don't believe that god has abandoned the church. i believe that the church has abandoned god. i don't believe in my catholic roots. i don't believe in christianity. i don't believe in buddhism. i don't believe in islam. i don't believe the bible. i don't believe the priests, the shamans, the medicine men. i don't believe the trappings we place around god (our weak ideas of her, our sorry attempts to define him). i believe that god is people god is rain, god is the sun god is the night air god is the words on paper god is the paint on canvas god is creating, god is being, god is gone. god is here, now, and everywhere and i only call her god because i lack another name for him. it has no name. i understand this or i think i do. god knows me intrinsically or not at all. god loves infinitely and sees to the depths of humanity or else god is old, decrepit, and alone curled in a corner of the world trying to shut out the mayhem of his earth (what have i done?). god cringes at our killings rejoices in our births, or is vengeful, red, and full of war and death. god is spring, summer, and fall. he is the snow in winter, she is the birdsong at my window. she is multitudes and she is one wildly insignificant and all-knowing being. she is the creator, the destroyer, the lover. she is nature, she is earth, she is people, she is the industry, the tapestry, the travesty. she is love, she is me. she is loss, she is you. she is life, she is them. and i love her, as anyone loves her - if you can love an energy, an idea, the ungraspable concept that a grain of sand is the same as the greatest mountain in the world. but i don't presume to know her.
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Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 10:21 AM UTC
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nothing bothers me more than people who say they have found god. no one has found god. life is not about finding god. "GOD" is intangible and not something we can grasp, but we pretend to. people put quotes around his words and then put those words in his mouth they string ideas of her into beads and crosses - what exactly are you clinging to? people don't know. we are too small and we are not wise enough. god is the whole universe. god is nothing. god is a tree, a bird, a thought. god is a little boy with a piece of candy stuck in his hair, an artist in a garret, a dog on a cushion, a girl in an alley. i don't believe that god has abandoned the church. i believe that the church has abandoned god. i don't believe in my catholic roots. i don't believe in christianity. i don't believe in buddhism. i don't believe in islam. i don't believe the bible. i don't believe the priests, the shamans, the medicine men. i don't believe the trappings we place around god (our weak ideas of her, our sorry attempts to define him). i believe that god is people god is rain, god is the sun god is the night air god is the words on paper god is the paint on canvas god is creating, god is being, god is gone. god is here, now, and everywhere and i only call her god because i lack another name for him. it has no name. i understand this or i think i do. god knows me intrinsically or not at all. god loves infinitely and sees to the depths of humanity or else god is old, decrepit, and alone curled in a corner of the world trying to shut out the mayhem of his earth (what have i done?). god cringes at our killings rejoices in our births, or is vengeful, red, and full of war and death. god is spring, summer, and fall. he is the snow in winter, she is the birdsong at my window. she is multitudes and she is one wildly insignificant and all-knowing being. she is the creator, the destroyer, the lover. she is nature, she is earth, she is people, she is the industry, the tapestry, the travesty. she is love, she is me. she is loss, she is you. she is life, she is them. and i love her, as anyone loves her - if you can love an energy, an idea, the ungraspable concept that a grain of sand is the same as the greatest mountain in the world. but i don't presume to know her.
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Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 10:21 AM UTC
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