An ancient tribe still has a cult centered around a WWII American serviceman. (1)
It is the funniest things which show the way towards the most serious…
We once believed in us. But we needed to stop.
Because we were too appalling.
We had to turn to God. We had to turn to something else.
But God was also too hard to follow.
We hated Him. Because we hated our self.
So, we turned to nothing instead. We called it something. And yet we all knew that it was just another name for the abyss. We are drowning now. Deep inside the cosmos we have created. At some point though, a man will come. A simple man. Dressed like a beggar. We will God into that Man. We will see us into that man. And we will rise. And light will come out of nothingness. To cast the shadows away.
Touch my hand.
Pull me up.
Touch the earth.
It used to be home.
Why do you cry?