~sometimes happenstance tastes so contrived from the periphery of reason~I wonder if we are but sweet sips of playthings for ancient gods~ "Move her there, move him there. This is going to be divinely tragic! Make some popcorn, Athena! Get beer Aphrodite!"
just on of a million lightspeed thoughts of my wandering mind~
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who doesn't wish to slip our skin...go to another place...a parallel universe...
where we can spectate us here eating stale popcorn and watered down beer...
no frustration pain, disappointment. Of course...we assume it is better there than where we are...what if it's worse?
I think we are just pawns in a godly game of chess.where we have to prove our mettle by the moves we make...it is within our power to dominate...to have our opponent in a strangle hold...but we weary as we strive and worry of the outcome...
one only has to read about the trials of Job to understand the game at play...an opponent who only want to see us fall and a mentor who helps us take the blows and persevere...
I'd like to think our friend beyond is not as bellicose as we might fear...more compassionate than anyone we've known, and the source for all the beautiful words that pour out from you sentient heart onto the page...
I love your thoughts and your musings...
Life is the scenery on the way to our destination...
We are indeed a sitcom for someone or something. Life is too unexpected and Ironic for someone or something to not be entertained. That a good or a bad thing I am not sure, but atleast we all aren't in clown make up and piling out of one car.
This reminds me of Chris De Burgh's (of "The Lady in Red" fame) song entitled, "Spanish Train," wherein he sings:
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess,
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best...
Fascinating train of thought, when I read your work, I am always prepared for a wild ride, much to my joy, you deliver.
Personally, I'm a polyomnimonotheist, and I think She is far too busy with universe to spend time toying with us; but it's fun to think about.
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what a lovely 'dreadful ending'. pour the muse of the espresso sky over this day.
your sense of the real in the surreal is a sweet spellbinding liqueur.
This... was... the greatest... breakfast... EVER!!! I suggest you make you author's note a short story for us. I already find the bit you've placed in there very entertaining.