Bad things happen to good people simply because there are no good people.
Terrible events are just events. Nature sans the freak. Events take place and make present the constant truth and fragility of humanity. Ground us. Remind us that we are only human and have little control outside of ourselves.
A myriad of events are actually rather limited to experiences between people, the self, and God. God is whatever you want God to be. It doesn't need to and won't resemble my God in the slightest. Nor should it. Otherwise we're just perpetuating the point I make. We all like the same fast food or we don't. All watch the same television show or we don't. Read the same book or didn't. Write for business or pleasure or don't. We release our writings and send them into the world like unprotected children, ready to be sullied by every negative experience while attempting to hold on to the good intentions of their parents.
A secret? That it's all been said before. A tirade no more than sound. Your tie my dinner and the sinners are winners. Shooting Publish all over your screen, into your thoughts, and out of your heart. Stomaching the (non-)verbal impotence of those around me and spewing my own intellectual blank shots every time I open my mouth. People speaking, if you could call it that the way you could call it spewing hate and fear, have the least to say although those that speak the loudest are often heard most frequently. Laugh and I'll tell you a joke.
So are we good? Good in the sense of good that we know good? Benchmarked with varying levels of cynicism... I'll paint houses all day and give my friend my bed but I'll be damned if I'll simply hand my life over to humanity. Does that make me bad? I assume it does; do I care and does not caring make it all the worse?
I wonder if I only talk to people as to affirm my own beliefs. Talking, no speaking, not conversing, not communicating. If bearing a disguise for my ineptitude and dullness, I should pass off as a creative, critic, thoughtful man I should endear to ruse so long myself and others as to become that person.
A duck shall "woof" a million times and still have webbed feet, but should it fly with a gaggle of geese, who are we to recognize and say that it is not a goose? Different disciplines recognize each other only by their title, a call of the business wild, and would as like see berries of a poisonous variation as beneficial. It is much easier to learn an accent than it is to learn a language. Fluency falsely interpreted by the audience. How far will my lie carry? Good and bad are constructive paradigms to judge one another, always giving emenence to law over human fallibility. Good people make mistakes, and bad people are just waiting for their next mistake. Good and bad.Inconsequential when considering that terrible people have made all the difference as "good" ones. For who? God? Pride? Greed?
And I, your snake-oil salesman, will sell it to you of you'll buy it.
Terrible events are just events. Nature sans the freak. Events take place and make present the constant truth and fragility of humanity. Ground us. Remind us that we are only human and have little control outside of ourselves.
A myriad of events are actually rather limited to experiences between people, the self, and God. God is whatever you want God to be. It doesn't need to and won't resemble my God in the slightest. Nor should it. Otherwise we're just perpetuating the point I make. We all like the same fast food or we don't. All watch the same television show or we don't. Read the same book or didn't. Write for business or pleasure or don't. We release our writings and send them into the world like unprotected children, ready to be sullied by every negative experience while attempting to hold on to the good intentions of their parents.
A secret? That it's all been said before. A tirade no more than sound. Your tie my dinner and the sinners are winners. Shooting Publish all over your screen, into your thoughts, and out of your heart. Stomaching the (non-)verbal impotence of those around me and spewing my own intellectual blank shots every time I open my mouth. People speaking, if you could call it that the way you could call it spewing hate and fear, have the least to say although those that speak the loudest are often heard most frequently. Laugh and I'll tell you a joke.
So are we good? Good in the sense of good that we know good? Benchmarked with varying levels of cynicism... I'll paint houses all day and give my friend my bed but I'll be damned if I'll simply hand my life over to humanity. Does that make me bad? I assume it does; do I care and does not caring make it all the worse?
I wonder if I only talk to people as to affirm my own beliefs. Talking, no speaking, not conversing, not communicating. If bearing a disguise for my ineptitude and dullness, I should pass off as a creative, critic, thoughtful man I should endear to ruse so long myself and others as to become that person.
A duck shall "woof" a million times and still have webbed feet, but should it fly with a gaggle of geese, who are we to recognize and say that it is not a goose? Different disciplines recognize each other only by their title, a call of the business wild, and would as like see berries of a poisonous variation as beneficial. It is much easier to learn an accent than it is to learn a language. Fluency falsely interpreted by the audience. How far will my lie carry? Good and bad are constructive paradigms to judge one another, always giving emenence to law over human fallibility. Good people make mistakes, and bad people are just waiting for their next mistake. Good and bad.Inconsequential when considering that terrible people have made all the difference as "good" ones. For who? God? Pride? Greed?
And I, your snake-oil salesman, will sell it to you of you'll buy it.
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