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No luck, just hard work.

I created this guy of sheer will, power and force.

No excuses.

My belief

Is that a soul

Is a piece of God

It's the energy of God

It's the hyperdimensional gift that he has given us

In that way we're children of god

Where we're all connected to God

For example how all your wifi devices are connected to a router

How the leafs of a tree are connected to a branch which is connected to the tree

We're all connected to God

God is the source of our souls

Our flesh will rot and break but our soul

Will continue God will only take to his relam

If our energy mirrors that of God

Fire & water

The polarity

Within me

The polarity

Am I a good man trying not to be bad

Or am I a bad man being good

Sometimes I feel like those paradoxes interlock

And there's a push for me to be more vengeful

But there's a side of pushes to be more merciful

At the same time between that conflict

I find a bit of solace that I'm able to feel something..

That I have a choice to act a certain way and not let my emotions dictate my path but be rational and thoughtful and pick which emotions I want to lead with... But..

...I think that what separates us from the animals is that we have self discretion and ability to be introspective take a deep dive within our selfs and figure out what it means to be human.

And to be In constant conflict with the world and with my soul and with my heart is it never raging war? So why take it some seriously.. why not laugh? Why not smile? Why not dance? Why not feel why not?

And sometimes I like to let the heaviness of the world slide off me for it's my perspective that are keeping me a prisoner in these walls of my reality.

Why can't I be a generous man of peace and love and abundance within me.

So guess I choose to be a good man.

Enjoy the roses

Enjoy the sunshine

Enjoy her smile

Enjoy everything

For this is only for awhile.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average

human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it

and the best at hate are those who preach love

and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god

those who preach peace do not have peace

those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers

beware the knowers

beware those who are always reading books

beware those who either detest poverty

or are proud of it

beware those quick to praise

for they need praise in return

beware those who are quick to censor

they are afraid of what they do not know

beware those who seek constant crowds for

they are nothing alone

beware the average man the average woman

beware their love, their love is average

seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred

there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you

to kill anybody

not wanting solitude

not understanding solitude

they will attempt to destroy anything

that differs from their own

not being able to create art

they will not understand art

they will consider their failure as creators

only as a failure of the world

not being able to love fully

they will believe your love incomplete

and then they will hate you

and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond

like a knife

like a mountain

like a tiger

like hemlock