The greatest gift we were given is our free will, and we keep misusing it.
You know what's wrong with nature, with all its poison plants, predatory animals, earthquakes, and floods?
When we envied, when we killed for what we envied, we fell. And when we fell, we broke the whole shebang, nature too.
Do you Know what's wrong with cosmic time, as we know it, which steals everything from us?
When we fell and broke, we broke nature, too, and when we broke nature, we broke time.
Once, there were no predators, no prey. Only harmony. There were no quakes, no storms, everything in balance. In the beginning, time was all at once and forever--no past, present, and future, no death. We broke it all.
You know what sucks the worst about the human condition?
This world was a gift to us, and we broke it, and part of the deal is that if we want things right, we have to fix it ourselves. But we can't. We try, But we Can't...
I think sometimes maybe we can fix it, You Know? Maybe...
And then the thought comes to me, No. We're broken. A broken thing can't fix itself.
Others Say to me, "Maybe it can, Son, it's not your job alone, you know. This broken world's not all on your sholders."
That I Know!, Lucky for the world!!!
What's the hard thing?
The hard thing is, I was dead, but sombody didn't want me to be, so I'm back!
Nothing before its time. Everything in its own time, to its own schedule.
You can't fix a broken thing by breaking another part of it.
Giving up, that would be breaking another part of myself.
Perseverance
I'm a man of reason, yet I have other perceptions. Daily I walk a high wire. I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and the irrational.
The unthinking embrace of irrationality is literally madness. But embracing rationality while denying the existence of any mystery to life and its meaning, that is no less a form of madness than is eager devotion to unreason.
