I/we am/are god and we’re just winging this thing:(creation)
I/We don’t have a fucking clue what I/we am/are doing.
Anyone out there share this thought/experience?
How clever are we for there to be an “out there” or an “anyone else”?
At least we left a window for ourselves to discover and change as we observe this “reality”
Why not, after all…
I never understood why I was always in on the joke with the jesters and not picked on from them until today… the cosmic joke is: *redacted* , it makes total sense now!
“I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together”
We rare few just have the privilege to see it, what a blessing, what a curse. Now, back to the dream again, I’ll see you when I wake up; darling me, until then, I hope your dream is a sweet one .