Little Black Sandles

I'm being dragged down, down by the hand
The hand of a golden giant man
He's crushing my knuckles
Splitting my skin

He says,

"he'll let go if only I'd ask it of him"

He says

"Boy, it's your call...you wanna fly"

So I shout,

"I wanna get away from you, as fast as I can...I tell my feet to move it...I hope they have a plan"

These little black sandals
Are walking me away
These little black sandals
Are heading the right way

These little black sandals
Are walking me away
These little black sandals
Saved my life today

So now I'm free
Free
From the big bad giant
Who was stalking me

Thank you feet, for guiding me
I'm glad somehow I got brains down there, at least

These little black sandals
Are walking me away
These little black sandals
Are heading the right way

Sometimes I'm tempted
Sometimes I am
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss that giant man
He was the line between pleasure and pain
But me and the feet have some years to reclaim

These little black sandals
Are walking me away
These little black sandals
Are heading the right way

These little black sandals
Are walking me away
These little black sandals
Saved my life today

It's Not Enough To BeLIEve

It is important to understand that mystical religion is radically different from non-mystical religion in insisting that nothing short of direct experience of God is enough.

It is not enough to believe that God exists.

It is not enough to believe that God has incarnated to bring spiritual salvation to the world.

It is not enough to go to a church, synagogue, mosque, or temple or to participate in the forms or rituals of religion.

It is not enough to pray, meditate, perform charitable acts, visit places of pilgrimage, fast, endure other physical austerities, study holy books, or associate with holy persons.

It is not enough to undergo psychotherapy.

Nothing short of direct experience of God is enough.

Fuck Society

What is it about society that disappoints you so much?

Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children?

Or maybe it's that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit; the world itself's just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our burning commentary of bullshit masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy.

Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money.

I'm not saying anything new. We all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books makes us happy but because we wanna be sedated. Because it's painful not to pretend, because we're cowards.

Fuck Society.