Deeper thoughts

If only my deep thoughts could match the rest of my life, then I think I'd live in a song.

A song that's slow, melodic, harmonious, bright, dreary, shiny, friendless, friendly, open, closed, raining, emotional, serious, twangy, illustrative.

I want you to be part of that song that is in my blood.
Part of the song in my "soul".

But every time I try to speak something deep, every time I speak my own thoughts, you smile as if I'm "almost there."

And that smile turns away me and more people than you could ever know.

You're lucky I keep coming back. You know that others don't.



Honestly, if I had to, I would choose to abandon my station in life and walk a song, 70 miles in one direction, then sit down and wait until someone came along and talked to me. That person would be my beginning.


Can God smile?
Can He laugh?
Can She cry?
Can She emote?
Can He think?
Can Jesus save?
Can the Spirit crack a joke?
Can God get horny?
Did Jesus the Man?
Can God experience vertigo?
Can Jesus fly?
Can I ask any more questions? Yes.

Do the answers to these matter?
Not pragmatically.

AKA practically.

AKA usefully.

Simplify.


Sorry if this makes no sense.