The more nihilistic I become, the more I reach into human depravity, I feel a gut wrenching response to goodness. I cannot for the life of me, understand this. If this is weakness, than I will die a weak man. The biggest part of me wants to believe in a savior That we have solitude at the end of this life. But I think I have ignored solitude on this earth, because I was so goddamn concerned with trying to figure things out. I couldn’t just live and exist in this creation. I am only 28, I hope there is still time to turn this train wreck around.
A western Jesus is not for me. The patriotic pompous ass hole on the TV screen. Weak minds so easily deceived. While cashing in your conscious, a fly ridden Ethiopian starving on the brink of death lay on a dirt road. Is Christianity exclusive to geographical location? I want the fat donut eating preacher to offer his swine of a body to the starving.
