Find your authenticity!

Reality must be attacked with absurdity when the heart is not alive. This is a holy crusade of feeling. Absurdity is the weapon that will cut through the knotted vines of the jungle of mental order. Without absurdity, the lantern of self will not light. One must only know that the light is not lit inside and use the power of absurdity to fight bravely for a living world, even of only two people; a living world that allows for the fire of heart to burn.

Our holy books should be thrown onto the pyre to burn so that we might be alive. Absurdity is the mind’s experience of God, which is actually just a reordering of reality around the fire of the heart. Plow into the absurd with the faith that the heart is God. This is the test. Only the purest will fly. Because flight is a grokking thing. And to grok is to know from doing.

Henceforth, we must be only doers of the way. After finding God within, religion is a millstone as a pendant in a world where only the light as air will survive. For religion presupposes that God is lost, necessitating the usage of maps and instruction manuals called bibles and sutras.

For me, God has been created, through my struggle, my adventure, my crazed pursuing. The absurd grope towards providence that has landed me here. And I’m fucking psyched.