Simple Grace or Dumb Luck?

I’m examining lifetimes of love, pain, hatred, suffering and joy, what makes us human. Most have shared the gambit of precarious emotional carnival rides that makes living a helluva ride with a colossal question mark followed by a dot. Like a constant dark cloud overhead, storms never last except in the heads and hearts of inclement days. Those better days are few and far between, but they linger in memories.

Without sounding too dramatic or overly optimistic about the emotional baggage we carry around like a leaky trash bag of afterthoughts, it’s a daunting task, tightrope walking without a safety net. You can ask, but all the questions that can be easily answered don’t address the problems behind them. It only leads to more questions. There are no convenient solutions. Where is God, if gods do indeed exist? Why is your god better than others? Maybe it’s a lucky star that reveals the universe is infinite but not eternal. Mainly because nobody knows where they are going when they are gone. Are we there yet?

Like old supermarket tabloids, inquiring people want to know the nothings about everything. It’s a jumble of words in a rat trap of artificially-intelligent idiots suckling the fake news teat. There isn’t that much good news to go around. The Christians come knocking door to door asking if we’ve heard the good news. No one wants to hear that crappy yarn. Something about some guy named Jesus who loves you. He was nailed to a wooden cross and died for your sins.

More phony news. I don’t think any gods or that Jesus fellow will be there to save your ass or your soul. You got Muslims on Friday, Jews on Saturday, Christians on Sunday, and Buddhists every day. Talk about a holy hangover. Grease the palm while putting a thumb on the scale of righteousness.

It’s true that if you tell a lie long enough, it’s accepted as truth, but I’m lying, so there’s no truth to that lie. What’s true anymore? I’m still breathing by the good grace of some unknown reasons. Maybe this is my sordid tale of woe? Nah. You still need proof of existence. Show us your papers and any documents that prove that you’re here now, and why. We require reasons to believe the unbelievable. You’re not your wallet.

All the big questions are easily solved, but you might not like the answers. Bad things happen to good people, and good people are capable of horrific acts. It only goes to show that good and bad things happen randomly regardless of who perpetrated them or why. Good and bad are equal parts of the same actions. Right or wrong depends on which side of the fence you stand. Either way, someone gets screwed.

Evil thrives in good places where it can fester and grow a mold of something else not so desirable. The new improved impossibility of being, knowing the possible difference doesn’t change the outcome. The odds are stacked against us. Good luck trying to figure it out. With a pea-brained, poorly-conceived philosophical stance that goes from good, moving badly into worse. It’s a flip of astronomical odds, and the numbers never add up. It’s all projection and probability based on a random numbskull analysis by trial and error. Roll them bones, snake eyes. You lose again.

Let’s try something else, completely new and unrealistic in this reality cartoon of illusions. I am here as you are there, and the two shall never meet in the middle. One side or the other, your choice. It’s futile to make the future your preferred pick because it has not happened yet. When it does come, you will never know what occurred until after the fact. Someplace in the past you experienced something like the first time of something in this moment. It stinks. Your heaven is another’s hell. Those googly eyes and empty heads are brimming with joyful noise. Bright moments happen. Nature nods in appreciation to the plight of others who aren’t so fortunate. The blessed curse of our hours.