Still searching for your faith...

Step XI
Then, Now, and Everything After.

Still tired. I am beginning to think that it might be permanent.

As thoughts are prone to do, I find some racing through my head, no modesty or humility to be found. They are demanding. They want God. We aren't exactly sure why.

Probably a lot of reasons.

One of those being: "Where the fuck are you lately?"

I'm pretty sure God died. I'm pretty sure we killed him.

In that idea of intelligent design, it just makes sense.

He was lonely. He made us. He wanted us to be like him. But we couldn't think for ourselves if he knew our every move. It would be like playing dodgeball with nothing. Dodgeball by yourself is sad and lonely.

So he deconstructed himself so that you and I could go right ahead and rip all the good things out of reality. A terrible way to cherish his legacy if you ask me.

I'm not so big on the symbolic cannibalism, or pillars of salt, but I think we let God down. And I think it looks like rain.