Workin' it out! Here's how it is!
Here's how it is:
Infinity. Extends in every direction from you. That makes you the middle of the universe.
Eternity. Extends in both directions from you. That makes you the middle of time.
So now do you feel special, you whiner? You're in the center of everything and you're all, "boo-hoo. I can't drive a trolley anymore today."
Oh and don't worry about God feeling bad because he's been around forever and should be bored out of his mind by now.
God doesn't feel happy or sad. That's human stuff. God just is. And God is Love. Love can laugh, but it doesn't have to. Love can cry but it doesn't need to. Love is simply in control and that's why live by those rules in our relationships. Except my friend Santa. Santa has found a loophole and lives in complete indifference, which is admirable...if only for the sheer effort it must take to be indifferent the suffering of that puppy that's tangled in your back hair. Please, Santa, let me help the puppy!
And as far as feeling insignificant goes? Think of this. The scientists believe that parallel universes really exist and they are infinite. And that means that everytime you make someone laugh, you make an infinite number of people laugh.
Also, you're probably affecting those out there who may have six noses and ambulate with bounces on a wet blobby appendage because they have something kind of like that where they're from.
Don't worry about losing track of your friends or family in the great beyond. You're entangled by your own interest in them. That's why people who believe in Heaven go there. Others go to Chucky Cheese or that Barnes and Noble on Touhy. You're outside of time picking and choosing pieces of infinity and eternity that interests you and yours and theirs with the blobby appendage.
So now I feel better.
Wellbutrin. I'm losing weight, I'm sleeping 4 hours a night, and I'm able to work some shit out!
Infinity. Extends in every direction from you. That makes you the middle of the universe.
Eternity. Extends in both directions from you. That makes you the middle of time.
So now do you feel special, you whiner? You're in the center of everything and you're all, "boo-hoo. I can't drive a trolley anymore today."
Oh and don't worry about God feeling bad because he's been around forever and should be bored out of his mind by now.
God doesn't feel happy or sad. That's human stuff. God just is. And God is Love. Love can laugh, but it doesn't have to. Love can cry but it doesn't need to. Love is simply in control and that's why live by those rules in our relationships. Except my friend Santa. Santa has found a loophole and lives in complete indifference, which is admirable...if only for the sheer effort it must take to be indifferent the suffering of that puppy that's tangled in your back hair. Please, Santa, let me help the puppy!
And as far as feeling insignificant goes? Think of this. The scientists believe that parallel universes really exist and they are infinite. And that means that everytime you make someone laugh, you make an infinite number of people laugh.
Also, you're probably affecting those out there who may have six noses and ambulate with bounces on a wet blobby appendage because they have something kind of like that where they're from.
Don't worry about losing track of your friends or family in the great beyond. You're entangled by your own interest in them. That's why people who believe in Heaven go there. Others go to Chucky Cheese or that Barnes and Noble on Touhy. You're outside of time picking and choosing pieces of infinity and eternity that interests you and yours and theirs with the blobby appendage.
So now I feel better.
Wellbutrin. I'm losing weight, I'm sleeping 4 hours a night, and I'm able to work some shit out!
posted by Churchill at 5:10 AM
3 Comments:
I've been to that Barnes and Noble on Touhy; I'd rather go to the Borders on Lincoln.
Hey, did you hear the news?! The puppy in Santa's back-hair grew up and had more puppies!!!
We're having a house warming party for her on Santa's torso, they got a real nice place just above the naval. You should see it--Gorgeous!
See you there!
Plus, you know, with Wellbutrin you still get to have a sex drive.
At least, that's what the older girls at school tell me.
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