Saturday, November 18, 2017

More

I do believe that there is more. The loud noises appear from the negative, the blind. Beauty tends to hide behind its door. Is it embarrassed by itself, I wonder? So, does goodness fear unpopularity? And there are trends that most of us would appear to be a part of. Love and kindness, are seen as being weakly things in the eyes of the foolish strong. And the strong and mighty may well be weak in their supposed strength. When the truth is not given, all we can do is dream, with thoughts and ideas that search towards understanding. Life is crazy, there is no satisfaction of gaining the result. It just isn't there, and then there is the apparent comfort of religion, and religion is mainly created, not by God, but by men. And then we get sidetracked, arguing one religion against another, I think when we do this, we are just putting one idea against another and vainly hoping that there may be some kind of understanding at the end of the tunnel. And with spirit, it is suggested to me, that that there is more. And Spirit is quite a word in itself. And I know that I oftentimes tamper with spirit, and I know that I am weak, and in life, am a fool. I know that I have no understanding, I know that there is no possibility of being able to do this. So each day, I wake up to a new one, and it always ends up like the one before. Does life think I am a fool? And is life a friend, and should I love it? And should I place my trust in it>?

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