The Machine.

 The State is a machine...made by men...made of men...it cannot exist without the will of men...it cannot function without dictation from men...it cannot operate without cooperation of men...without continuous maintenance and fodder for fuel the machine will eventually break down and return to the dust.

The Empire strikes back again and again only as long as there are slaves and masters, Lord's and servants...The temple is always rebuilt from the ruins of the old as long as there are willing hands.

Deities and Dogmas...

 Deities and Dogmas are Divisive Delusions Devised by Demonic Dictators Dedicated to Domination...Divide and Conquor is the mantra of the tyrant. Superficial and illusory barriers are tools of the deceiver...the accuser... The judge that separates the sheep and the goats..."Your Father is the devil." -Jesus Christ....and then they killed him...

Broken...

 Broken teeth worn down to the quick...chains falling loose from wheels turning...Empires burning...Broken men...backs bowed low from their burden...stoop to pick up pennies fallen from the blind man's purse.

Arrogant Ignorance.

 Arrogance and Ignorance walk hand in hand... Ignorance by itself is easily forgiven...a man cannot be punished fairly for laws broken unaware...however, the Arrogance that fosters his Ignorance is the deadliest of the seven deadly sins...Repentance requires complete contrition...not only a change in patterns of behavior... but a radical reversal of soul and mind...There can be no forgiveness without repentance.

Meaning of life?

 What is the meaning of life? What is your favorite color? What if you are just a figment of someone else's imagination? A pigment of a hue...a shade unknown...Name it what you will.

Sun-Ray

 Stretched like a wire...a ray of the sun...my body the axis between the center of the Sun and the core of the earth...grounding the energy...extended beyond my limbs...that's when I found God.

Afterlife of a balloon.

 Where does your soul go after you die?

Where does the air go when you pop a balloon? 

What if your belief in an after-life is a coping mechanism to quell your fear of death?

What is this post-partum "you" that lives forever to suffer consequences of transgressions or reap the rewards of earned merit? 

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust but your conscious mind is immortal? 

What is this eternal soul you possess if not your deitized ego?

What is sacred cannot be possessed.

Do you have a soul or does The Soul have you?