The crane found me cursory on that island

And I was scooped into the light and the piercing

Finality in her eyes.

A plunge into proportion and fish,

From which the ocean expanded

As a serene flow unraveling and carpeting my ligaments.

My thoughts soared up, cradled afloat

in the resolution of the embrace -

the crane tenderly showed me our wings.

Grounded, and forcing from my core

Birth, unity, humility

My abandoned crust inclined impassioned eyes

At the ascent

And I surged.

The escalation devoured feathers and edges

Drew us into everything

Blurs and uncertainty

The universe collapsed and was drawn with

A final push

Into my throat.

From the highest point, a scattering.

Follow Zach's logic train

....Can spiritual/religious faith exist without complex emotion? ..> ....

....>........Can only humans have complex emotions?.......>......

......>.....Is religion not unniversal and merely a human conception?.......>........

Is religion and the possible human concepts of God limited?

It must be. In no way does this series of questions allude to the notion that God cannot exist in any form - only that any human representation of "him" cannot be found to be valid. We can only create ideas limited to our realm in the universe, and limited ideas cannot represent the limitless. Thus, adhering to any specific faith represents a devotion to a particular sector of the human, but not of the divine. In order to truly respect the nature of the unknown, you must accept the fact that it will forever remain unknown. Unsettling, yes, but honest.

You dig?

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Is there any place in this world absent of superficiality?

the shit is all shit.

He was a man of cogs, and so was he also a special man, the day that our time stopped.

He grinded and twisted himself a place in the mesh, and took a firm hold of either edge of the universe.

Fear strangled our pride, we fell to waiting helpess in that humble shadow scattered

beneathing the wrestling combatants.

But all that fell that day was a satisfied grunt

hot from his mouth

and the people washed themselves in it.

He shrugged off their praise with a smile traced in wisdom.

Because from then on all the seconds weighed on him

until That Oppresive Clock

buried him - in legacy, and oil.