We are all in the midst of some illusion.

Right now as your reading this, or waking up, drinking coffee or rum or both, you are lost in the figments of your imagination. Every single perception you have is infected with its twist. Every action you commit to is only a distorted reflection originating from an image you cannot really see. Everyone of us would like to think we know something. We wish to cuddle up with our beliefs and make babies, so they may nurture us in our old age. I see it everywhere in simple or complex form, dancing in the retina's of all humanity. We believe in Jesus, Buddha, aliah, or whatever the hell else we can think of to suit our desperate need of emotional and mental fulfillment.. We find something that suits us and hold it like an ax above our heads waiting for a neck to sever to feel justified. So you can stand on the cliff of your self image and bathe in the glory of your belief, because you have defeated a weaker belief. Is it possible that all beliefs are weak. That each one has a false bottom, or more specifically no bottom at all, and it is we, longing suckers that trick ourselves into filling this emotional vessel. Even though it is only a sieve, and our accumulation is wasted. What is worth believing in, in this life of perpetual nothingness and somethingness? We have created the values, manifested the need to know and understand. Still we have not even begun to ask the right questions. For instance for what ever god you worship, what do they demand? Worship, maybe? I think you might find your omnipresent god a little vain for your liking if you were in fact to meet him. What all powerful entity would require your worship so much as to demand it? What benefit would that serve for anything, you or them. Furthermore are you comfortable with a god who's personality requires such coddling from their lessors? Are you comfortable with a god who actually views you as an underling? Is there any personality that we can associate with god that is not so absolutely tied to monstrosity of hybrid human emotion and fear. Is the real question, perhaps, is humanity simply fooling itself, and allowing the deepest fears of our defunct personalities to be morphed into this figment of our imaginations? Are we not worshiping and following our own imaginations already? When you picture the image of god do you see yourself in your fathom, or nothing? I am not implicitly saying that belief is a bad thing, or maybe I am. I am not totally sure, because I have not found anything worth believing, in a metaphysical sense. Maybe we should consider believing directly in ourselves and our ability to imagine. After all our imagination has throughout history been our most divine characteristic. We have sculpted this grand modern debacle from the sedimentary bedrock of our morbid imaginations, there is no escape from this. When shall we create heaven? When shall we become something more than withered hands, worn tools, and closed minds? Can we simply choose, to forget the constraints we have spent a lifetime learning. And someday step off the edge of reality and allow the wings of our dreams to thrust our being upward. Above this life of false rules, and false hopes, we should glide, never again to touch the crust of our fear, never again to allow our hearts to crust over. It is there is, and it wakes and rests with you each day. Maybe belief is best served as eternal suspense, neither object, subject, or action, but perpetual shapeless fog. It never settles, dares not reveal its source, and like the moisture, envelops all in its humid heart. It is perpetual mystery!!!! How succulent and taboo she is, how eternal, how, dare I say..........true. Why stalk belief, as a greedy trapper. Your snares shall always yield little but her coat, and never does she bleed and mark her path. Our greatest wisdom, if any wisdom could be called great, is to let her be. And grow content with her lunar rhetoric on the coldest of darkest nights. Belief is the hunter, not you.....beast of prey......human.....