God's Dream

(My second ever post.)

God's Dream
That we should be true. May we be part of God's dream. A dream come true.
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A fucking eejit in search of God
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God and the devil are fighting for my soul
And one or the other sometimes takes control
Or so it appears, but appearances are not always reality,
and that is as plain as the nose on my face.
I do, however, have a great nose for truth, and that may be
my saving grace.
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God is self effacing, and his message is be self effacing. (I wrote that when it came to me, catch it while its flying). To a friend, I said 'You have to write it down when it comes to you, or else its gone forever. Its like when you see a butterfly dancing, if you take your eyes off it, you will never see that precise pattern again'. 'Its exactly like that', he said.
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About the Author
Why am I such a 'fucking eejit'? The answer is first, because I use 'that' word and secondly, because I am Irish. All Irish are eejits and all English are idiots, the words mean the same thing. When we stop hating and killing each other, we stop being eejits and idiots. I have never hated the English, but I am still an eejit, else would I write these words?

I am an agnostic, I do not know if there is a God. I say that those who know there is a God and those who know there is not, are know-alls. We know through our senses, we understand through our feelings. We may feel there is a God, but we cannot, in that sense, know. With us, seeing is believing, we are so fucking thick, pardon my French, I am a fluent speaker.

(If there is a God, humour, good humour, is one of his attributes, and the joke is on us. He is, in fact, if he exists, the source of all humour, all good humour that is, of course, so put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Devil, if you, in fact, exist). This is all a drunkard's dream, of course, an ex-drunkard's dream, if I done half the things they said I done, I must have had a whale of a time (Country and Western song).

To you holier than thou purists, I say this: You must see through the crap, the bad language, badness itself, to see the truth, we see as through a glass, darkly (a glass of Guinness?). If you cannot see the joke, the joke is on you. Love is where you find it, the truth also, everything is significant, everything has meaning, and truth is found in the unlikeliest of places. Here, perhaps? God grant that it be so, if there is a God.

In my defense, may I say that I am a product of the Irish educational system but, as Mark Twain said, I never let my schooling interfere with my education. The only letters I will ever have after my name are R.I.P. If I am going to God, I am going my way (may it also be his). Would you care to join me?

David **** (What do those asterisks mean?)

A Certain Person commented .........a fluent speaker. SHOULD THAT NOT BE EFFLUENT SPEAKER?