Okay, okay, okay. It happened! Your God’s greatest “glazers,” gonad graspers and glizzy gobblers, which is today’s terminology for faithful folks, give God glory every time they remember or recognize right then, again, that life ain’t always as shitty as it sometimes seems. This happens regularly, repetitively, and rather religiously for so-called sinners and humans having hard times—yet hard times tend to happen regularly, repetitively, and rather religiously. I won’t share my exact eerie experience with what felt like being lifted by lights, but I can confirm that it involved “hidden” hints. Something supernaturally suspicious should seem simulation-like, right? I’ll just say this, with an audience of antagonists and abusive authority agents, if you’re out there, and making me believe what I believe to be bullshit is everybody’s best bet, you best be prepared to make me believe—or it’s make-believe! Which queues the query, why would anybody aware and astute assume that some fairly fantastical father-figure controls the cosmos? Is religiously rejecting religion “religious?” If you’re really religious but rational and receptive, how often do you give God glory after finally fixing fuck-ups or receiving random relief? And once again, if your God is testing you time and time again just to seemingly save you from the Devil’s dejection and dispiriting depression regularly, repetitively, and rather religiously, do you think your God needs to be needed? Seemingly, God be like, in an uproarious utterance of ultimate power, “I’m putting you through pain in promise that pleasure’s presence prevails once you properly praise me! I’m your God, deal with it, bitch!” Hey, here’s a better one, is not needing God wrong? That one’s not sarcastic or satirical, it’s serious. Okay, wait, is it the quantity or quality of queries that matters most? “Ask and you shall receive,” he said. Abundance, often an overflow of something sought-after, is surely something that someone special is seeking. Anyhoo, if life lasts long, time taken to assure it lasts as long as living is loved makes so much sense. An adventure isn’t specifically something that happens high in the sky, while hiking “heavenly” hills, when scuba diving or swimming with scary sharks, or even only as you’re smiling. An adventure is an exciting endeavor—preferably while in passionate pursuit of personal fulfillment. Who has ever done what I, Beau Amoureux, am doing? “Hush, hush. Hush, hush. Somebody’s calling my name…” Who is God to give guidance on a globe of grief, gore, gluttony, and greed that he allegedly created? What if humanity is a failed experiment? What if humans are someone superior’s science project, some small show of a creator’s creativity, and life means much more to us than it does to the casually-creating creator? I have a theory, and I’m sure it’s nothing new, but I think I know “too much.” Except, I’m apparently “allowed” to know “too much.” Does that make sense? If it does, why? Is it because I’m someone special? Who is special to believers if believers believe that God is within or with everyone, everywhere, every day, every time? These are the type of things that intellectuals imagine other intellectuals are always asking. Are you an inquiring intellectual? If you’re good with God, could you quickly query about the arrival of my angelic assistance? Whea it’s at, bruh?! I’ve been waiting, wondering, watching, whispering in the wind, wishing, wanting, and much more—all regularly, repetitively, and rather religiously. Damn, maybe atheism ain’t nothin’ but wondering when proof positive will reoccur as regularly, repetitively, and rather religiously as hard times? Ain’t this the type of thing that would drive a person psycho? “Who am I? Why am I? Where am I? How am I? When am I? What am I? Damn, am I…” Mixed messages, crazy coincidences, mass manipulation, déjà vu, happiness haters, impossible ideals, chaos and confusion, allusive attacks, subliminal slights, etc. It’s almost like we’re here, in Hell, which is insufferably inescapable, where the “definition of insanity” means more than moving forward. Just so everyone knows, this ain’t over till the war is won, and it’s only just begun, so let’s have fun! Because soon…
Omniscience