Vasqi

I am free Free to look and act how I want to And I want to look and act how I feel And that's something that changes All the time. And You're free to judge me But I'm free of your judgments And I'm free to judge you for your judgments And you're free of my judgments Because all these judgments are just for us To feel free to judge However we want However we feel And that's something that changes All the time. Changing Because we're alive And living is being free Living is liberty And you're free to lie to me And I'm free to believe Free to be faithful And free to deceive And I'm free to love you Anyway And you're free

The whole notion of cause and effect is ridiculous, as is any notion of meaning, and both for the same reason; because they are completely dependent upon the succession of time.  Time itself is no more than a concept based upon the construct of memories.  Memories, the idea that experiences have accumulated in ones past.  Indeed, all reality begins and ends with idea.  And what could possibly be more flawed than idea? First of all, it is impossible to establish the existence of anything outside the scope of idea.  Absent the "existence of things beyond idea", nothing can be more flawed (or more perfect).  I say "impossible" because only idea

If a part of God is not God           | Then no "Part of God" is God         >   (Hey look, three Gods!) Only "God Entire" Can be God       | And as such God has no parts. Furthermore, Newtonian Gravity commands that Existing Objects approach one another At a rate proportional to their cumulative mass Divided by the square of the distance between them Such that they approach at a constantly accelerating rate. And that all of existence is a kind of perpetual movement. Einstenian Relativit

Before the dawn can pierce the night My ears can see it coming Coming stealthily on an empty horse A dawn approaches. An unfamiliar dawn From an unfamiliar Sun Illuminating with an unfamiliar light To reveal an unfamiliar world. All this unfamiliarity Concealed stealthily beyond the horizon's veil Carried upon a steed made empty By its unfamiliarity. And in the air My nose can see the shape of this new Sun I smell colours my eyes can not see I smell the walls which do not separate. My body looks out upon the darkness of this last familiar night And is made blind By its familiarity My hands cry out for something solid