I Believe

I believe that life, being and consciousness have real, intrinsic meaning. I believe there is an objective morality that guides reality. I often contemplate the meaning of life both universally and for me as an individual. I believe there is a source, a supreme being, an intelligent force, god or heavenly Parent which rules over life and that that being embues it with meaning. I believe that everything has meaning and everyone has significance and value. I believe that value is intrinsic, granted by what ever the Power is. The value of my beliefs, decisions and actions is in the degree to which they align with those universal standards. I spend time thinking about these things and trying order my life with what I discover about them. I know that life is not just about me, that I am part of a permanent, meaningful reality. I may not have arrived at a final answer to the fundamental questions of existence but I believe that there is one and so, I wonder and ask and want to find out. I believe there are answers.

For some of my friends, it is over and done. No more asking or wondering. They have their answer. It’s simple, uncluttered, concise, matter of fact, however harsh or truncated that may be. Nothing to nothing completes their circle. But what am I to do? There are literally myriad concepts about origins and dieties, divine directives, universal laws, Judgements and punishments. Its enough to make even the most curious and open minded person retreat into the simplicily and relative peace my unbelieving friends display. Nevertheless, I can’t abide the fatalistic, nihilistic, existential oblivion of materialism. I believe there is a path to certainty concerning real, objective meaning, value and hope. Through danger, toil and snare and exhilarating beauty of indescribable new lands, I follow the trail.

Someone I deeply respect and trust once told me, “People are always telling you to go here or there or do this or that to find the “secret” of life but don’t go after them because the life you seek is within you.” What I found inside me was a big emptiness. I asked my friend about that. He told me to describe it. It was a longing, an ache. It was the cry of a child for its mother and father. The moment I described the longing, there with my friend, the answer emerged and the secret was uncovered. My heart called, “Father?” And then I felt the response which changed everything about me: “Son…”

At that moment I knew that I am a child of God. I realized that I have a heavenly parent who loves me deeply and wants to fill all the empty places inside me. I realized that my value as a person is not determined by what I do but who I am, that is, who it is that values me. I have a giddy feeling now, like being a kid again. This time though, everything has special meaning. I’m discovering the real life I had missed growing up. It’s a second chance. This time I’m on the path with someone who really knows me and knows what life and death are all about! I have found my eternal home and my true resting place. Yes. I believe.

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The Lord and Her Slave

I take things as they are. I believe that the only value life has is what an individual or various groups of individuals decide, so that humans determine what has value and what things mean, not some unseen, imagined intelligence or deity. I believe life and consciousness are the result of energy acting on material. When you die, you’re gone. In the scheme of existence there is no certainty, no permanence and no significance. There is no objective right or wrong, good or bad. There is only the individual desire and drive. Ethics are all subjective whether personal or corporate. I do not believe that there is a higher power, or supreme being or gods or a heavenly father. Life is not here for any purpose and people must live out their lot however they see fit. A person may be a psychopath or a caring philanthropist but neither holds any significance except to the individual and whatever values they may project onto their personal reality. What people do in life is solely a matter of what they like, what they personally enjoy, the subject of their passion. Universal, objective, ruling morality is a fantasy created by humans out of the fear of oblivion. I believe that ascribing meaning and significance to life is natural yet is absolutely arbitrary and vain. For regardless of the reality I alone, or I and my group have constructed to lose ourselves in, ultimately it is all utterly meaningless and insignificant. It will all, like smoke in wind or shadow at twilight, dissemble, dissolve and forever disappear. I am the Creator and Lord of my cosmos. I am a slave of Mindless Chaos.

Strange Things Happen in the Land of Nothing

Out of nothing came a tree.

Not so age’d nor so young.

But with goodly branches spreading

In the center there, I sat.

On a nest of mystery spun.

Heart afraid of where it’s heading

Out of nothing came a sound.

Not a word nor melody.

Still. I hear it clearly singing

In a harmony I sit.

Out of nothing has it come.

From the nothing something ringing

Out of nothing came a stone

In my lap was white and round

That, my hand, is gently turning

Into nothing, will I go.

From the branches, stone and sound.

See, the nothing tree is burning

Human Nature

All of humanity’s advancements toward peace and prosperity have been technological. We have made no progress with our basic nature. We still exhibit the same destructive qualities as did our most ancient ancestors. This is because our problem of behavior arises from our innermost core, what many call the “soul”. There is a broken part of it that keeps us from being the kind of people we really want to be. There is a sickness in the soul of humanity. Fixing what’s broken and healing what’s sick can be compared to heart or brain surgery. It’s not something you can do on yourself. Broken souls cannot fix broken souls. Our hope lies in someone outside of the human race, someone who is not broken and has the required knowledge and expertise to fix and heal us. Our hope is God, the great soul who has given us being. He is the eternally wise and unbroken one. The Bible tells the story of God’s interactions with human kind which culminate with the life of Jesus. There is good news. God has come to fix and heal us. Like brain or heart surgery, the process is mind boggling complex but the result for those who have trusted the great physician is remarkably real and truly miraculous. The message in Jesus is this: all people are children of God and God is our true father. We are not alone. We can believe this in the presence of fear or confusion and in the face of our greatest temptations to evil. The belief in our true father actually changes our nature. Being with our father settles and heals our soul and we find the heart to love others as we love ourselves. This is the advancement in human nature we’ve been hoping and striving for through the ages.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. Let me be your teacher and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. My instruction is not difficult and it will lighten your load.” (Jesus, book of Matthew, chapter 11, verse 28)

Vanity of Moments

Vanity of Moments

Art is most vain. Especially if you sell it or buy it. I mean, you can never really have it. You can rent it for a while. Then pass it on or rent it to others. What is really being savored in an excellent photo or painting? A moment. A preserved moment. As if there weren’t endless superb moments missed while trying in vane to preserve that one. Ha! Art is selling water by the river. Still, it is valuable if it helps some blind soul to finally see the river, eh?

Hmm. Then art is a moment. Who says I can’t make a moment or rent one I like from an artist. The artist picks and preserves moments for me to enjoy. He elongates them, makes their delicious flavor last. Maybe whole lifetimes or even ages. As long as I know that each moment has intrinsic value and each moment passes into a misty past, I’m ok. Only when I fight you for the moment I’ve fallen for do they become devils, and I possessed.


There is something out there to satisfy your thirst for insanity.

It will flow and you will be aghast.

Your thirst taps it

Sap from an old, old tree

So distill it with your parents’ love

Distill it until it is sweet

And the bitterness subsides

And you can settle in

To the life you always wanted


Glass Bird

Sunlight doesn’t shine

Bird’s beaks never speak

My skin can’t feel and

Sugar isn’t sweet.

It’s not hot or cold

Steak ain’t meat

Skies are never grey and

Night is just a shade of day.

Don’t need your money

Don’t need your ham

Don’t need your lovin’

Don’t need a hand

Don’t need your glory,

It’ll cost me all

Don’t need your sorry

Don’t need your basketball

Glass bird standing on a man made stone

Doesn’t think at all and she’s not alone

Dogs do not bark and graves hold no bones

Truth isn’t real when you’re on your own.

Why you lookin’ at me that way

As if you don’t know the time of day

You think it’s raining but you don’t know

Why you sayin’ my name so slow?

I’m not a glass bird on a man made stone

That doesn’t think at all and I’m not alone

I just heard a dog bark and I saw some bones

Jump up out of the the grave and run on home.

Why don’t you jump up out of your grave

and run on home?

Sunlight doesn’t shine

Bird’s beaks never speak

My skin can’t feel and

Sugar isn’t sweet.

It’s not hot or cold

Steak ain’t meat

Skies are never grey and

Night is just a shade of day.

I Am an Angel

I am an Angel
I am a dog wide eyed
panting at the window
I am an Angel cast down
I am a bird with a seed in my beak
pecking at the rough bark
I am an Angel with only 2 eyes now
I am a fish in search of water
all shoulders moving fins through the shallows
I am an Angel with un-grown wings
I am a pig shivering flies from my bristly back
I am the sky and all those who fly in it
I am the earth and when I shake
I am the magma moving
pushing up
I am the sea and when I swim
Whole continents are washed away.

I am an Angel and cannot help but be