Of Pumas, Barbeque Potato Chips and "God"-- James Rodrigues
It's five a.m. and my nightmare/dream just ended in, "All crash! Game over!" As in "Conversation With God's" literal, "There is naught but you!" I am truly the world--- such as it is... Like the moment yesterday when I stepped onto the front porch and everything was suddenly, totally and seemingly forever, NOW! The universe of now is more weird than anything else. It has no relativity. It is what it is. No bad, no good. No up, no down, no sideways. My suddenly nameless block had dissolved into... Sign in to see full entry.