Reality Buffet

Prepared illusion is the offering; you are invited to remain, sustain your pre-ordained existence as you wish. The cost is just your freedom-- non-negotiable, I fear, but then our common heritage is that which sometimes we call God-- something cosmic bouncing in the foetal twilight of our brains. It may be envy of an innocence that some will hold fast to their breasts, never tasting the largesse before us, never wise as we, approaching spirit delectation sensibly with appetence forever unresolved. Perhaps the church is right; creation acts ex nihilo, for even chimera presents its shining mental child amidst the atoms of the mind irresolute to celebrate its own. As for the mind, it too shrinks from the questions of its birth. There are no answers and the feast serves questions of its own-- those as well, illusory. As such I may be pardoned for my lack of faith in God. My words are product of an emptiness conterminous with me. The good news is I have some timelessness to deal with that. ~