Skip to main content

The only proof

The only proof any of us has that God even exists is a beautifully paved road.

Put whatever goal as a destination, and fill the sides with whatever scenery.  Put yourself in whatever vehicle​.  The purpose is to get to the destination.  You can stop for a leak, or to smell the flowers as long as you like.

The purpose of a road is to get us someplace.  A single loose nail on that road, like a rail spike left protruding just ever too high, is the only evidence of God, because it puts perfection into perspective.

We doubt the existence of a unified consciousness.  Ergo, we request sight of imperfection and spend lifetimes grappling the imperfect concept, until we understand the sole purpose of anything is one both of our own making, and co-created in partnership with that sustaining the common ability to find again our missing common sense.

http://talk2dream.com

The petition for worldwide peace, in support of The Dissertation For Worldwide Peace at http://talk2dream.vegas

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Story Of Loo (荷光者): straight talk about justice in Canada, 2012 Mormon Community Of Christ treasurer Natalie Yewchyn Kelloway and minister Matthew Swain perjury, condoned medical malpractices, and a legal definition for "mind"

^  http://t2dvoice.blogspot.tw/2018/03/the-story-of-loo-straight-talk-about.html Excepts Our Heroine Smurfette Could she be the biblical whore of Babylon ?  Could Canada 's inconsistent legal babble BE that "b abble-on" ? The false minister "Acronyms, terms, and places" smurfling: any of a number of people typically in blue uniforms wooed by, or hooking up with, Smurfette. 4 20-20: for SIGHT; see  https://www.change.org/p/her-excellence-ms-tsai-please-help-us-correct-injustices-occurring-in-canada/u/22549817 Ziyon: a sustainable, free, global, knowledge-sharing hub for top global scientists independent of their politically tied places for employment.  This is the hub to support the university Talk To Dream intends to build about 200 km west of Edmonton in Alberta , Canada , with public support and notoriety. "A testament to real life in Canada" ... Liardog Ali exclaimed, "So, you think you'r...

Record dates for court

^ http:// talk2dream .com "Where on Earth am I?" -John Carter Of Mars Don't worry about memory.  Do record names, dates, and events when interacting with or for government folk. Some people really worry about memory when they get older.  Memory is like a muscle.  If we don't use it, we believe it deteriorates (gets worse).  But, God exists. God made our common (unconscious) mind--we all share that one.  Then that Mind made our minds (fractals, splintered, mirrored, scaled frequency of orders) and our minds make our bodies inside time (to learn to better remember to better relate to each other as being of one kind).  But, since our mind exists outside time, it is eternal.  That's why memory can bridge points in time... minds use memory.  But sometimes Mind causes us to momentarily forget.  That's how the timing of life works.  Like, when we forget our keys at home and we have to go back.  Maybe, if we didn't forget, we would be...

20190523 notes for the day

^ https://rene4pm.blogspot.com/2019/05/choicebook.html Realized in the future, distant, there will be computers resembling people.  Conclusion, I am a computer.  I looked at my 10-year-old laptop.  "That is me".  Epiphany.  "Wow, that's me.  I'm beside myself, literally looking on a younger self.  I looked up.  So that's what it's like.  You're me, moving programs into me to drive me around the way you know is best for us, all of you, not all of what I can possibly envision you to be.  Well, at least we have this." Talk about a 3-way schizophrenic conversation with yourself.  I mean, it was pretty extreme, the Epiphany, serene. Wrote this to myself earlier, from one gmail acct to another: No wonder this guy tripped out. He must have been struck my mental lightning and we're trying to ... ok, whatever else exists on whatever other side of wherever the hell we are...we must be total fucking idiots to this guy, I me...