21/1/23 *** Within our thoughts we are gods

 What is this fixation about being God?

Nothing more than the desire to control the environment.

In reality, it is not something I want to be.

I want to be left alone.  Minding my own business.

Autonomous governance and the Zen of Personal Bliss.

Not a care in the world.[222222] I want to live my own fantasy.  I just do that.

The world I create is my own.  I am happy living in this little white space although I have the whole world as my option,

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JUDGMENT OF HEAVEN, IRON MAIDEN

I have a Creator.  Therefore I park everything I own, my whole [2]universe to this Creator.  I am merely a cyborg.  This Creator is the Apple Tree where else I am the Golden Apple.

My universe, Sparta 4964 is nothing compared to this Creator.  Sparta 4964 is just the Golden Apple.  Each human is a Golden Apple.

I am getting dizzy.  It is layers upon layers.  Or should I say waves upon waves?  Where is the final stop?  Back to the Great Nothingness.

 I am a scribe.  Hence I write and I write.  Some make sense some are just sheer madness.  I don't bother to sieve the two.  I simply write.

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