What would stop me from bursting out in spontaneous joyous smiles?

Some perception or other, I suppose. And most perceptions are partial, incomplete, false, uninformed, or drawn on mistake or miscue

1. Fashion your mind.Wide open!

Can you drive a camel through the universe?

Well! The universe can be contained in the tiniest imaginable filament. And such a filament can easily thread through the empty spaces in the eye of a needle.

Too occupied learning things you can’t grade me on

Centered focus on the never-know

Sustained in all disclipline

With devotion

Illogic is tuition.

The center-point of peace

So elusive, infinitesimal –

Know it imperfectly

The fleeting moment is gone

Difficult and impossible

Concealed to rationality

The smallness of true existence

Isolate within a vastness to contain all

Centered in a peaceful universe

The space too vast to feel

The universe itself can may be illusion

 Turning in on itself

Itself and all it is contained in the smallest infinitesimal space

And that subatomic space is itself isolate

Within the vast atom of universe —

And the biggest thing is small while the smallest is vast and empty space

Talking about such space between us all

The alpha contains the omega which contains the alpha et sic porro et cetera

Quantum kaleidoscope mirror of everything which never ends

And the beginning is imagined and isolate infinitesimal

Insignificant unnoticed in the empty vastness of it all

In logic, quantum is just a word

All the emptiness is a connective encompassing all in community of illogic, big and small within without

And the interconnectedness may never go explained; unseeable by the little grasping mind

As one, as is, as oneness isness all. All in all. Illogic. Beyond.

War rages all around me. Fools bark all around me. Cowards cower and shriek hysterically. Yet all is calm within. I can do without all that is without. I am in no wise dragged into the madness all around. Wise I am. To really know me is to brush with sage. To not know me is to tumble empty streets like a tumbleweed of sagebrush.

To know or to not know. Neither are the question.

And not to brag, but I don’t see how my centrality could be more centered!

I have loved the love I am in love about. I am indifferent to the indifference I am indifferent about. I am happy in a centered, irreproachable, and ne’er-to-be-wavered way of centrality, repose, and serenity.

Easter Eve, lying slight struggle for sleep, my thoughts came to the faults of mine, the thousand things I do unawares that, if changed, would make a better difference for someone. Small things, really small, micro small, subatomic small, subatomic micro small. And big. More than a thousand! A myriad zillion. But then, who knows my heart? Why, I should forgive myself. And I do. Forgiven, I am free to turn the tone and focus of my prayers away from shortcomings and towards building devotion, cultivating grace, practicing gratitude. An indifference that makes all the difference comes out of this and such clawing thoughts of the past become as a movie reel, mere entertainment; entertainment to be dropped quickly and forgotten about even more quickly, for it is a very ersatz entertainment not meant to be so fruitlessly entertained.

We’ll be cleaning up the physical and psychic mess from this ‘Christian Tough Guy’ Schrödinger’s war/not war for a long, long time to come. This mess will infiltrate and pollute history itself and all the books written about the history of now, if and when any such are written with any semblance of clear sight ever again.

The result of this great undertaking of a cleanup effort resulting from this Schrödinger’s war/not war should put paid to any idea of the utility or efficacy of alternate reality as built from scratch (on the shoulders of giant bigots) by psychotic thinking.

If not, it at least should shine the light of clarity on the severe kinetic destruction inherent in any Christian thinking or ideology that strays from the Beatitudes in the least.

In my opinion, and this is solely my own personal opinion, any Christian thinking or ideology that strays from the Beatitudes in the least is beyond useless and represents a clear and unmistakable manifestation of spiritual desertification. In my opinion any Christian thinking or ideology that strays from the Beatitudes in the least is a demented twisted distortion-projecting rear-view mirror in which the end times/apocalypse ─ (which is really the kingdom of heaven, which is really cosmically now) ─ appear both much closer and much further than they really are. Moreover, in my opinion, any Christian thinking or ideology that strays from the Beatitudes in the least is fear-based and self-serving to an unworkable and unhelpful degree, rendered mendacious, malicious, misanthropic and, of course, misogynistic even in the best of intentions.