return of the grievous angel

"The board is split between two opponants…
One is white.
One is black."

Two pieces, one board.
Two boards, one table.
Two tables, one room.
Two rooms, one home.
Two homes, one neighborhood.
Two neighborhoods, one province.
Two provinces, one country.
Two countries, one continant.
Two continants, one planet.
Two planets, one solar system…

…Two halfs of eternity, one God.

It has been this name, this idea, this climax… it has been this alone for which I have ever sought. Anything I have ever enjoyed or experienced a sense of accomplishment for has been a step towards Him. I am, arguably, one of His most ardent and devout followers…but although I lavish in the language of my christian brothers and sisters, my perspective should not be assumed to correlate. I do not presume God to be a word representing an outside entity; something omnipitant, observing, and interventionally magical. I consider God, rather, as a word describing the summation of all things; the system which houses all sub-systems.

God is truth.
God is escape.
God is ascension.
God is power.

While others may consider existance the machine, and God the being running the machine, I simply suggest that God is the machine, and that the machine goes where it must. The cogs, robbed of their free will by the impossability of subjective altruism, journey alone down one set path. Without any element of randomness, life is essentially one big chain reaction…of God-like proportions.

He is all things…the beginning and the end…all things seen or unseen. He keeps his right hand on his seven golden thrones, and his left between the stiff thighs of six dead hookers…for make no mistake, God runs the show in Hell. The fact that many elements in the christian documentation apply mathmatically, often in an allegorical sense, to the unusual nature of things as I percieve them, is very conveniant…although, I am a master of the ad-hoc hypothisis, so it’s likely my brain bends things to it’s will. But that is it’s right, is it not? He gave us each free will…though I wouldn’t confuse that with the option of randomness. Instead, think of it as the go-ahead to persue our one set path in endless atonement and sad observation…for God’s mercy is boundless, so it is said…and it would certainly have to be, for his wrath and unjust punishment are equally boundless.

And equally welcomed.