The Gods Have Chosen To Entertain Me

If One Yearns To See The Face Of The Divine, One Must Break Out Of The Aquarium, Escape The Fish Farm, To Go Swim Up Wild Cataracts, Dive In Deep Fjords. One Must Explore The Labyrinth Of The Reef, The Shadows Of The Lily Pads. How Limiting, How Insulting To Think Of God As A Benevolent Warden, An Absentee Hatchery Manager Who Imprisons Us In The 'comfort' Of Artificial Pools, Where Intermediaries Sprinkle Our Restrictive Waters With Sanitized Flakes Of Processed Nutriment.

I'm Probably More Interested In Sentences Than Anything Else In Life.

His Voice Wore No Pants.

Breathe Properly. Stay Curious. And Eat Your Beets.

There Are Two Lost Continents.... We Are One: The Lovers.