Note to Self

This is just a random ramble I found myself wading knee deep in yesterday afternoon. Nothing is to be taken literal; I was in a very interesting mood and though it may seem I’m throwing ideas around like confetti, I was simply trying to collect my thoughts. Sometimes that feels like a game of 52 card pickup. So now that you have been warned, welcome to my mind…

The ocean swell,
Fell,
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L
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Tumble, rumble
Dwell..
A choice is a choice, and so is no choice at all. Is life a choice altogether different? It can come and go sometimes as such a whimsical thing, the idea that we are spoken into being, or the idea that God’s mere thought can bring about creation from nothingness. But this is blasphemous, really, because nothingness is not what we are created from, we are created from God. Possibly a little pinched off portion, or maybe, like light through glass, a reflection or refraction- depending on which angle you take. This big book that spells out my belief system (how dare I think this in such a accusatory tone, but I speak of things I’m not even sure about, things I’m not sure I’ll ever be sure about) is one I rarely lift a finger to explore. I’m so spoiled. Popular Christian culture has numbed me by the availability of God’s word, yet despite the big “B” being as common as Starbucks coffee, somehow in the midst of it all I can’t find daddy G. Even more preposterous for me to say is I’m not even sure how much He’s hanging out there anymore. Words in the hand of a fool…. Tell them they must not release me to the public, for some things are contagious… like diarrhea of the mouth.