I’ve wasted most of my life wondering Why do I believe in God? when I should have been asking Why does God believe in me?

If the world exists on a continuum between utopia and dystopia but instead of polar opposites utopia and dystopia are both hell then at the exact midpoint

I’ve never been good at shaving I struggle to put on deodorant wit… And I’m frequently dripping tooth… Onto that same shirt In this an many other ways

We all need to belong somewhere So, we formed online communities And found ourselves belonging nowh… Where once A multitude of One

Nature codes us for the road Man decodes and lo, a crossroads Where God goads

In the same Talking Heads song the “road to nowhere” is both a “road to paradise” and the way “they can tell you what to… and “make a fool of you”

Let good intentions be my sword and naivete my shield

As the civil war raged on between too much, too soon and too little, too late I thought I’d found

Ours was the first all you can eat… to earn a coveted Michelin star and I always thought it was becaus… when you ordered the whole enchila… it came with bottomless fries

In real life we used to say I’ll see your talk and raise you action but that was just too risky Preferring no stakes

It could be the truth if it couldn’t go viral But it’s definitely pravda if it speeds our downward spiral

I ask God questions all the time and He never answers because He’s focused on listening Looking for answers I turned to ChatGPT

Pacifism is the ultimate weapon For if you can prohibit your enemy From defending himself Then all that’s left Is to love him to death

This isn’t the best of all possible worlds but God does His best with what we give Him to work with

For the longest time we were convinced there’s something they’re not tell… But now that they’ve finally told… we can’t stop asking