key existential state

nothing stronger than a deprived romantic son of a bitch; spend a minute with them and you will find which god would keep as a secret. They're not just merely strong, they live beyond the average comprehension that if you try to judge them with rational terms, they will sing you poetry instead — only God knows how you would respond, but tears of awe will be one of the top possibilities. If there was god, I bet my ass he was a broken bastard who thought to make flesh conscious on a green watery ball around the yellow stone would satisfy him. Here we are now, people. Group of silent singers and blinded painters. And we eat each other, and we feed each other. We decide who has virtues and who doesn't. Having said that, un-nihilistically, we're all dumb gooses in suits thinking we are worth more than a tree. Let me end it with a statement; if god lives among us, he would be where we validate him.