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Veal calves are confined to cells (their whole lives) so tightly, they haven’t the room to exercise their muscles. These solitary calves are groomed for slaughter. Is a piece of veal more delicious if we remain unaware of the process of transitioning baby cows into edible tissue? Is the experience of being distracted so good, our conscience takes a back seat to our guilt’s agenda? What is certain to distract us? Reality. Does the source of that certainty (that I endeavor to identify) mean us well, or harm? If it means us well…why choose to remain distracted from the underpinnings of the reality we accept (to enjoy)? Our ignorance to the process still affects the physical properties we consume (like the taste attributed by the veal), so why should awareness behave any differently? Well…is the source of our distraction that we depend on (in reality) too vulgar? Then why do we want to be distracted from that process? Have we a conscience? Is it somehow in our best interests to not be reminded why the distraction (we depend on to survive) succeeds so often? Why remain ignorant…when it’s clear reality is open to suggestion?
Reality ultimately…is an unsuccessful method of distraction. The effects of recreational drugs will always remain appealing because the experience demonstrates consistently (through a hyper distorted awareness) that reality is ultimately observed and/or regarded as an unsuccessful method of distraction. Like snapping the reins of stress, arrogance manifests in the afflicted (a reluctance to accept reality) when it fails to distract from their guilty conscience. Arrogance is hope’s awkward cousin. I don’t want to escape “reality”, I want to document it from a safe distance. I realize that reality is a distraction because I am convinced what I perceive (as the source of truth) is anointed correctly (when it succeeds) in forgiving my guilty conscience. That is the reality I wish to uncork because I think it’s in my best interests to know why reality succeeds in distracting me from forgiveness. I should identify if the source of this certainty is sinister or divine.
Death is a priceless comedy. If you believe good things are waiting for you after you die, death is a pleasure. If you believe bad things are waiting for you after you die, life is a curse. If you believe nothing happens after you die…well then for you…death is a priceless comedy. The humour is over your head, because you are the butt of the joke. Sniff sniff…I smell incense. That must mean I’m addicted to the fire. At least I’m honest.
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Reality is so obvious…it’s imperceptible.
Reality is so obvious…it’s imperceptible. God designs from birth to death every decision you will commit in your life by design. Free will doesn’t mean we can carve out a new path…God already chose our path…it’s out of our control; even you distaste for God is scripted. The choice that is in our control however is, you have the choice to surrender to God or surrender to sin. Your path is already chosen for you whether it’s a graceful or infamous journey. Do you surrender to sin, or do you surrender to God. Every decision you’ve made and will make is by God’s design. Perfectly predicted.
Living in “What if’s” are futile, living in “pain” is futile because you can’t change what memories you refuse to let go. It was never meant to happen any other way. Get over it. Surrender doesn’t change your path in this life. You didn’t choose your path, you didn’t change your path, and you are not in control. You can try to pump the brakes in Conservatism, and you can try hammering the throttle in Liberalism. Surrender to God or surrender to sin, surrender is the only choice humans have.
Your life is scripted like a play, except there’s no adlib. You’re an actor whose lost touch with reality (because it’s too obvious), you have become the character and you are enamored with your delusion (free will). Ever catch yourself performing as if you are on camera? You could be alone sitting in a chair, staring into a mirror; commuting to work…you think to yourself, “my life would make a terrific movie.” It is because you are reading from a script, and you fool yourself that the decisions you make are your own. It’s all scripted, and God is the director. God is also the audience. Your life is really an audition, and the gig you’re trying to score is the lead role in heaven.
You would make an unlikely messiah, but God has a tremendously ironic humour. It’s Sardonic. The only adlib you truly have control over, is what you choose to surrender to. Every decision, every circumstance, every itch, sneeze, hiccup, every “random” impulse is calculated. The only free will you have to exercise, is how best you please the director. You are not perfect, but you are perfectly you, in every way. Every lie, rape, murder, and theft, is completely calculated; predicted from birth to death. Does that mean you can do what you want as long as you surrender to God?
All you can do is know your role and own it. Do you want to be the most unlikely messiah in the history of humanity? How do you please the director? What does the director expect out of you? Do you want the lead part? When you are about to sin, do you pray (for strength) to sell a convincing performance? Have you lost yourself in the role? Everything is completely scripted. The only free will we have, is do you surrender to God or sin. No matter how organic, spontaneous and random your decisions are…it’s completely scripted. That’s scary. That’s scary because you have no control over your fate. That’s scary because you could be damned from birth; if you don’t sell a convincing performance to the director (that predicts the outcome before you begin), the director will cut you off.
You are lost in yourself, in the role God directed. The role…is who can be the most unlikely messiah? Think about that…how can you be the MOST unlikely messiah? Open up your Christian bible and memorize the script. Reality is so obvious, it’s imperceptible. You cannot break the 4th wall. You cannot leave the stage, and the camera never blinks. You better nail the performance, before the director calls “CUT!”