Being equal with God

Llive with pain and all it gives back is honesty; this is largely what’s responsible for the human struggle.  In a place where giving ends and there is no more giving, we deny ourselves a dream of hope stew; a mishmash of unlearned diatribes and basics.  They fall away in 5th avenue shops of decor and grandeur, largely lost in the struggle of what has become of me.

“Deny not thy hand to the plow.”

Can we bear relevance if we can’t escape our destiny??  It matters little if we’re just swirling into a maelstrom of “Get to Heaven Quick,” game cards that advance us by token to the next golden square… What does scripture have to save about that methodology?

By hard work we bear relevance to a greater cause, but can that cause consume the passion within us, or is that destiny ignited with a truth external to our cause?  I’m tired, I’m lazy, I get it.  It’s largely felt by us all.  When the ecosystem gives out it’s a plummet straight to the bottom of the abyss, the tree friends will say I told you so.  Is there absolutely nothing to be concerned with, or do we fight for our right to survival?

As a species we’re irresponsible; it’s nothing new, just advantageous.  But I’m talking about a shift in the morality quotient that gives a heart to the disadvantaged backstreets of morality.  The disadvantage of disobeying the Almighty has always been limited in this life, but clearly impacted the pompous acts with a frustration that would inevitably lead to at least a reasonable sense of futility.  Now the days are soliciting the night as if to invite the very darkness in that they’ve sought to overcome.

When right becomes wrong and wrong becomes right, what do we see in the Shekinah glory of God?  It is visibly unclear, that is to say, if my eye itself treasures evil over hope’s lost cousin, morality.  Yet if we hope in what is right, my sense of morality awakens, but am I myself saved?  It’s pompous to think so; “I’m surprised you were watching God”, “I didn’t know I merited such attention”, and on and on with the false humility and the odious platitudes that foreshadow a life that conforms you to the mold that the world thinks you’re supposed to fit into if you’re a “good” person.

If it’s true that the road to Hell was paved with good intentions, then how can morality be just?  What is missing is simply one.  Innocence.  Not mine, I had that, lost it, and let’s just say I was glad to get rid of it at the time.

but innocence.
I won’t bore you with the details.

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