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level of existence. Time itself is God Almighty, and

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level of existence. Time itself is God Almighty, and
when you pray to time itself, you do little more then
focus your thoughts and waste time.
For every system we have a God and a Christ.
You want to pray to the gods of government, you
contact the highest representative of government
you can get a hold of.
You want to save the life of someone who is sick
you pray to the God of medicine by making an
appointment with a doctor.
For money you pray to a banker...
How do we pray? Most of the time we pray with
money.
Pray to Almighty God only to focus your thoughts,
and for introspection. Don't pray that I find Jesus...
Jesus is dead... and his memory is stagnant and
abused. I don't waist Almighty God praying that
you understand what is wrong with the churches,
government, or humanity... -(-{maybe}-I-do-
{here}-)-
I pray to you...
As for Jesus the Christ of Almighty God...
Almighty God will eventually erase all evidence of
Jesus from the universe, but the warped and
exaggerated portrayal of his existence could end up
the symbol of mankind's struggles against itself
long after the last human life has been extinguished,
well that and some triple X flicks... Until the next
teranium. (trillion years).
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Journal Entry
July 8th 2004 CE
It was like this before you came... It will be like this
after you are gone.
JUST THE WAY IT IS
Journal Entry
July 7th 2004 2:26 AM CST
Talk of revolution is one way of avoiding reality.
- John Kenneth Galbraith
VS
True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of
uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information.
- Winston Churchill
12:51 AM CST
The light of heaven to the fire of hell, from passion
to complacency. As those who came before decay
below so does the proof of their existence decay
above. A monument to the life they lived and those
that still frequent, to show respect for their struggle
that has ended. To show those that happen by that
the spirt of this person is still strong and their
monument is still cared for. Others fall to the
ground and sink in to the earth and leave almost no
trace. It is my responsibility to make sure that my
grand parents graves stay strong and beautiful, and
great grand parents... A place to ponder the lives
they lived. To the ground is taken the memories of
those who did not have children and those whose
children do not know them, until one day the
memory of them is gone. I wonder if Mary's
daughter will ever visit her grave ever ask "What
happened to my mother". If she asked me I would
say that all she ever thought about was you, and she