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If you can’t close up all the gaps tonight, put me to bed in your way
You see right through everything I am, for you my insides are displayed
Sing me to sleep, my beautiful one I will love only you for all time
Sing me to sleep my only one with promises that you are all mineBe still my heart I hear your back cracking, it sounds like music to me
I see your face and I can hardly breathe
It looks just like a song to me
I’ve just screwed up so much that I have nothing left to trust in but God’s mercy
I don’t know anything about who Osama Bin Laden [was.] I don’t understand any of it. But I can go inside and find that there are terrorists in my heart. I could find all sorts of extremists and religious fanatics and murderers and hiders. But to point and say “He’s the bad guy because he did that, I’m a good guy.” Well, it would undermine everything we were talking about earlier.
You say, “We’re all one, let’s all hold hands and have a potluck.” It’s easy to say when everyone’s getting along. But when somebody murders your family, are you one with them? Are you one with the murderer? Are you one with the terrorist? Are you one with the religious fanatic?
It seems like that’s where the line is drawn. “No, no, nope. That’s not me. I would never do that. I’m not like Osama Bin Laden, I’m not like… a pedophile or serial killer.” Or any other sleazy character you could imagine. It’s very easy to keep them on the outside and make ourselves somehow better. But the sword comes and cuts that too. There’s nothing that anyone’s ever done that you wouldn’t do. There’s no one that you’re better than.
It kinda chops everyone down and levels the playing field. And says, “Maybe the way we see things is fundamentally limited. And we could actually be completely deluding ourselves on how we think about reality.” Then what? If that were the case, where would we go? What would we do then? Would we just wake up the next day and go, “Oh well,” even though everything about it is a big fantasy? Or would we ask, “Okay, if I’m living in a false world, is there a way out? If so, what would that way be? Is there a way for me to awaken to some other world that’s not false?” [Like a] picture of a pumpkin, it may look nice, but it’s not going to feed anybody. Are you willing to live that way, where everything you do, there is an aftertaste of plastic? The way [we] look at this, something is not adding up.
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i started to write you a text post about stuff and poetry and the mess you make inside my head and showbread, but i suck at feelings and words.
so i deleted it. this is your new text post.
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