2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
Life has always been brutal and unfair, and we have always survived and even thrived. That won't change now.
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
I feel like a visitor to the earth. This place is absurd but oddly thrilling. I've learned to cope and even enjoy it. I may not be home, but I'm here.
What's the point of talking about ourselves? What's the point in avoiding it?
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Like this post if you've ever had too many thoughts in your head at once. Like it if any of them have ever given you a shiver, or a stomachache, or a physical pain.