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So I was thinking, and I thought that I probably do have some real purpose in this life. I was led to that conclusion because I am still alive despite all the stupid things I have done that would make one die under normal circumstances. God is really looking out for me, so I guess that means I should do something with myself.
The more and more I do drugs and the more and more I listen to Pink Floyd, the more and more I am convinced that they are some part of God, or maybe God has sent them to us purposefully. Did you ever look at something, like the way the setting sun reflects off of a cloud and you can see the grooves and fissures illuminated in neon colors? Or like when you're sitting and looking out over a pool of water at night and the moon is so bright that the reflection sparkles like nothing you've ever seen before so that it is reminiscent of a million fireflies dancing on the water? Things like that are too beautiful to be a coincidence. Pink Floyd is just too fucking incredible to have been a random accidental occurance.
The more and more I do drugs and the more and more I listen to Pink Floyd, the more and more I am convinced that they are some part of God, or maybe God has sent them to us purposefully. Did you ever look at something, like the way the setting sun reflects off of a cloud and you can see the grooves and fissures illuminated in neon colors? Or like when you're sitting and looking out over a pool of water at night and the moon is so bright that the reflection sparkles like nothing you've ever seen before so that it is reminiscent of a million fireflies dancing on the water? Things like that are too beautiful to be a coincidence. Pink Floyd is just too fucking incredible to have been a random accidental occurance.