The fact that we have an infinite consciousness, a consciousness that allows us to perceive anything in the imagination, is quite fucking incredible, and special.
What is the flame that lights the interiors of the mind, that shines awake moments of conscious awareness?
What is god? fuck if i know. But there is a fire inside living things, and it burns especially bright in humans. We transpose something from nothing. Ideas materialize from the recesses of our imagination, spring into the world as if spoken by god. We do that. We create.
As far as I’m concerned, god is within each man, that which cannot be spoken, that which illuminates the darkness, that which gives rise to life.
The flame is there, and it unites all men who kindle it within themselves, who acknowledge it in others.
But it doesn’t always shine bright, and its often obscured by apish impulse.
William Dare 