"if you thought that you were makin' your way
to where the 'postles and pagans lay
put it together, it's a strange invitation..."
Are you Waiting for Jesus to Take you to His Mansion in the Sky? Will you experience Death More Abundantly, that elusive literal future divined for you that you dang just can't seem to find today, Even though yesterday was better than today, and tomorrow never comes? sorta like free beer tomorrow?
"Tomorrow comes today."
We logical thinkers pretty much all start at the same congregation, in the Western World, marching in files and rows, no rainbows, or many-colored coats, strait jackets, maybe we get to pick our file and maybe not, but we're all a'singin' When We All Get to Heaven right? That is what "homo" means, right. What you put after it is merely a descriptive, see.
*what is it* is a method for arriving at Indisputable Truth, from the last quarter we might think to look; the eyes of one who cannot see why we might want to go somewhere else to live an overflowing life, or why we might place more value in Tomorrow than today, with Adulting so impossibly far away that it obviously needn't even be seriously considered in the same context with Life as We Know it; at least in their eyes.
Remember those days? But then you learned to know right, and suddenly you knew what time it was, and Teh Naive Dialectic was suddenly lost to you, and avoiding hell became common sense.
You found the world, and you can unfound it too
to where the 'postles and pagans lay
put it together, it's a strange invitation..."
"Tomorrow comes today."
We logical thinkers pretty much all start at the same congregation, in the Western World, marching in files and rows, no rainbows, or many-colored coats, strait jackets, maybe we get to pick our file and maybe not, but we're all a'singin' When We All Get to Heaven right? That is what "homo" means, right. What you put after it is merely a descriptive, see.
*what is it* is a method for arriving at Indisputable Truth, from the last quarter we might think to look; the eyes of one who cannot see why we might want to go somewhere else to live an overflowing life, or why we might place more value in Tomorrow than today, with Adulting so impossibly far away that it obviously needn't even be seriously considered in the same context with Life as We Know it; at least in their eyes.
Remember those days? But then you learned to know right, and suddenly you knew what time it was, and Teh Naive Dialectic was suddenly lost to you, and avoiding hell became common sense.
You found the world, and you can unfound it too
