The Fallacy of Time?

You can at least notice it, bit by bit.  You can notice how time creeps forward, edging itself into your space, creating the inevitable discomfort with your location and who you are; who you have become. Honestly, I find it intriguing to read that some physicists believe that time is a fallacy.  They say that it is nothing more that a mental construct that catalogs moments of change.

It's hard to wrap your mind around such a thing, because, quite frankly, most people don't have the mental capacity to be physicists.  Most people avoid thinking altogether. Fine with me. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.  Guess that's why I find myself wrestling with life: because I'm not stupid, and I won't fall for just anything.

Dialing it back a little, I'll say that if time is a fallacy, then God is the reality.  He must exist outside of time, in whatever form he is in, doing whatever he must do. Yet, even as he exists outside of time, I know he resides in all of us.

IS GOD REAL?

How do you know God is real?

Step outside. Notice the sky. You may or may not see clouds, but you can see how vast it is, how beautiful it is to know that people you’ve never even met are possibly looking up at that same great space. Whether night or day, it is an awesome feeling. Look at the trees, and how they grow tall and strong. Green leaves that filter the air so that we may breathe it. The birds chirp, wolves howl. The sun beams and the moon glows. There are stars so distant that if we ever made our way to them they would have already burnt out, twinkling and shimmering like diamonds.


Look in the mirror. Do you ever notice how unique you are, that your composition is different than anyone who has come before you? Even if you are a twin, you know that you are different. It’s a feeling you have inside that says “I am more than my physical appearance” leading you to believe that no one can duplicate who you are. Your hair, your teeth and your very fingerprints are all different from anyone else ever created. It is remarkable that we exist here, on this planet, in families that love and care for us.

You can see pictures of the world we live in. From the Amazon Rain Forest to the Grand Canyon, it is all so amazing. The oceans are teeming with life, some of which have not even been discovered. We have food in abundance, grown from the very ground we stand upon. There are great monuments that have been built, such as the Giza pyramids that cannot be duplicated by any scientific means. We are a diverse species whose distinct characteristics complement the environments we originate from, yet we are intelligent enough to find a way to live in any area of the globe.
This is NOT by chance. There is a reason for all that we see and hear and do. I know God is REAL because I feel it deep down in my soul every time I look at my sisters and brothers. Each time I kiss the woman I love, I feel his presence. When I talk to my granny, I know he’s present. Hugging my father, I can feel his arms around us. Looking in my mother’s eyes, I can see God looking back at me.

See, for me, belief is not a choice. Atheists talk about not being able to believe in something they can’t see, but that’s foolishness. I guess you don’t believe in air, then? Or, how about microwaves or radio waves? Do they not exist just because we can’t see them with our eyes? Why is it that some human beings can’t stand not being able to know everything? Why can’t you just be humble enough to say, “Well, I don’t know everything. I guess God could exist.” There’s no shame in that. Matter of fact, that’s a more intelligent affirmation than, “I don’t believe in what I can’t see.”

You know what? I believe as human we expect everything to be laid out for us. We think it all has to be simple and understood and there’s no deviating from the reality presented to us. I recall reading in my history books as an adolescent that man was convinced the earth was flat for a long time. Then, someone proved them wrong by sailing around the globe. Now, if someone were to say that the earth was flat they would be regarded as ninnies and dummkopfs. All I’m saying is think about it: how could all this exist without a benevolent creator. A creator with a grand design for us. A design we can’t fathom, but must have faith to follow.

Liquidating the Cares Causing Corruption

Living languid in a fantasy world
The pictures placate lies abandoned, they will soon gather in
Cryptic posturing abroad, in the mirrors they pretend
Catching glimpses that describe how much money was made
Crushing codgers thumbing at their pill bottles, naked

Lighting laughter, sketches of dream gateways angled
The pleated monuments caught and frozen in mind
Centering on the sound leaving my life, those words wait,
Carrying meaning across the solar system to escape
Cataclysm, the breath taking, wasted but once sacred

Looking like an imbecile, my pretensions are jagged and heavy like bricks
The crown of genius dropped and I survey the release of my ego
Captain of a ship doomed to disaster one day, like all
Costs me nothing but affords a lock on reality
Contain, contract your lucid act, cock the gun on your favorite.

Leave me be
Thank you for noticing
Common are those almond eyes lurking alone
Concoct some building block that creates a shield
Creating a prison of a promising home

What You Feel vs. What's Real

My dog Antonio. I called him today to tell him about what I have been feeling and how much stress I've been in, and he lifted my spirits. First, he let me know that what you feel, all those emotions that we have about our positions and our success is all feeling and false. But the reality is that we have come further than we can give ourselves credit. Often we get the two confused, and our feelings betray us. Peep game on some examples-

Feeling: I don't have the type of job I need.
Reality: I have a job. I have an advanced degree. I came from nothing to something.

Feeling: I haven't accomplished as much as others my age.
Reality: I traveled to a place where I knew no one, and made a life for myself.

Feeling: I failed at so much.
Reality: I wrote a book. I made it out of the ghetto.

These type of thoughts are what I had fallen victim to. This is the voice of the devil, robbing me of my joy at every turn. I had already been told I had the victory, just because I am out here doing this all by myself. Who can say that they have done as much as I have? Not many at all. Matter of fact, there are people in my hometown struggling to do things that I have found easy. I was blessed by God, ordained to be a magnificent man of genius and moral fiber. Yet, I am not excluded from temptation and evil. We all fall short of the glory of God, my friends. We are all sinners. So I had begun to think that I had failed at my life, and was stressed about being able to give something of substance to someone else.


"I don't really feel what you've failed at," Antonio asked. "What have you failed at? Can you answer that...?" Antonio was adamant. I couldn't really answer. Only thing I could come up with is that maybe I feel afraid that I will fail. Or that I am afraid of being successful. Either way, they are both wrong and false images. One thing I didn't fail at was getting someone to love me, and loving them back. I didn't fail at getting these degrees. I am a success.

"Everybody I know is at a different place than they wanna be. Everybody feel like somebody at a better place than they are." Antonio speaks like some sort of saint at times. He often just says the right thing as if he's known it all along and you're too silly to have seen it. It's almost like matter-of-fact. I admire that about him. He told me he admires the fact that I set goals for myself and make them. He reminded me of years ago when he visited me at home and he saw all of the written goals on my wall, particularly the one about "Go Back to School!" Hell, I had nearly forgotten that.

I told him that I appreciated his help and kind words, and he said. "No problem man. We all need it at times. I'll probably be calling you tomorrow." He laughed at that because we have been known to help one another constantly, as friends should. It's to be expected.

God is good all the time, and all the time, God is good. Recall your own feelings about any situation and remember the lesson I have learned: feelings/emotions will always betray you, but reality will never fail. Reality is concrete and definite, but emotions will fade at times. You have the opportunity to know the difference between the two and make the best choice for yourself.