A Venting

I am reaching a point where the only thing that works for me is to contemplate Taoist Reality, which is to say, and to really believe, that nothing in this world is real. A sort of belief that Jesus was more "real" than the door He walked through. We just haven't figured out that the Real People are all around us but we just can't see them. Current events have brought me here, balancing, or unbalancing as the case may be, between Taoist-Quaker realities.

Current events may cause the "Real People", those who run this holograph for the unsuspecting, somewhat evolved pond scum called Human Beings, to stick a finger in our water drop, stir up a miracle that the organized religions will all proclaim is the finger of God (a God whom they all half suspect never stops laughing at them), whilst the scientists, who insist that there is no God in such occurrences, will all encourage each other to debunk these new myths with large scientific Truths.

Once these two camps engage each other, we (those left here in the middle of THIS reality, who desperately need to know that there IS a God who actually cares .. we, the future angels balancing on the head of our Storied Pin, will seek solace in each others dreams. We will stare, starry eyed, at each other, smile and keep dancing to the only drummer who ever counted.

Somewhere in the middle, somewhere, Truth might exist.