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whether or not there is any type of god,
im not supposed to say.
and today i dont really care
god is a word
and the argument ends there.
oh, do i feel like the mother of the world.
with two children. fighting.
and bradbury's in the back of my mind, saying its all poison (read a Timeless Spring or some title similar).
its amazing how many short stories talk about carousels and grabbing the gold rings. ive seen it twice sincei started reading tonight. its also in Catcher in the Rye. the last time i was in Rhode Island, the only time that is, we rode on an antique carousel where bored teenagers would hold out the rings for the young kids to grab. Pompously bored, wishing not to be there, they get to hold the set of rings while we grabbed for them, our faith in the chance we'd get the gold. all the time they knew which kid would get it. god?
oh god, can you feel the sun on your back?
oh god, can you see your shadow milky black?
look at me, im thinking. im not researching. studying. busyworking. or sketching (for ms B's class that is).
so i think about a million moons tied to my hands, orchestrating them with their orbits. i think about this crazy fortune teller in my mind. i think of the ghosts of the birds who lost their lives by DDT poisoning - they didn't even know! i think of the ghosts of an unkown species. i think of the valley of the shadow of death. and of the fountain of life. and the skyscraper-pinnacle reality of existence.
i think about god like he actually exists. since when do i believe in god?