Why anyone’s argument for god(s) is fallacious, especially as a causal agent:
Imagine Michael and Jessica are at Jimmy’s house sitting at the kitchen table. Jessica steps outside to take a phone call. When she returns her drink is spilled.
Jessica asks, “How did my drink get knocked over?
I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I’ve already been caught and trapped and he’s merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.
It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree
You worry me, Mags, so self-contained and quiet. Hazelton would not have been my choice for you.”
“He’s a man who dwells in the shadows and appears to like it there. You have enough shadows of your own.”
“Maybe he sees me as I really am because shadows don’t deter him.
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…
I’m writing a book on magic
Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.
life – your gunna meet some two faced people, some bosses that make your soul cringe, some places you wished you’d never walked into… But then you’ll grow, you’ll learn that your gut instinct isn’t nieve, your boss can ‘ fuck it’ because your dreams are more important and the places you walked into unaware of chaos, will bring you to places of perfect peace. Hold on, the struggle won’t last forever.
Being real is being true to you.
Lo superfluo no es eterno. Lo banal tiene un final. Lo material no tiene fundamento y no todo lo que parece verdad es real.