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You said we
are the cells of God.
That each of us is just a neuron that lives and dies in the holiest
of brains.
You said this is a breeding ground -
God's giant incubator.
I want to believe
that everything is just vibrating at the same frequency.
That I am an author,
Simply an author of my own existence.
But if quantum shit is for real.
And heaven and hell is just a model,
And He has no super consciousness,
Then don't you see?
Nobody does.
You were so troubled
when I told you I never believed in angels.
Just ghosts, because that's what I have seen.
But I don't quarrel
with your need for hope.
For something unexplainable,
To blow your mind.
I mean we all need something.
But when you roll out of bed on a lazy Sunday to go somewhere just because
it's your habit, don't expect me to come with.
Because I am not driven by the internalized fear of not getting to see
the light.
Because the light shines everywhere but in the end my dear.
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