We are eating, shitting, crying, sweating, dirty creatures. And we are like angels in thought and form. What weak cousins we are, what ugly ducklings on the tree of life we make. How On High must shiver inside to deal with those of us who roll around and live in the muck. We are of the earth in ways that are indescribable, inexplicable and inextricable. We are creatures of stars yes, but also of dust and of ooze and made up of all the rotting flesh and filth that makes the grass grow. We are base, we are low, we are belly button lint in the navels of giants...And we are Gods.
Look about you my bothers and sisters and see there is hope and beauty even in the midst of failure and disgrace. There are no acts that can not be forgiven, there are no actions too heinous, there are no words that are unspeakable and there are no souls beyond redemption. We are free as no creature is. We are born with the instincts of animals, the desires and lusts to feed and fuck and fight. We are gifted with thoughts, feelings, morals and reason to decide right and wrong. We are free to be animal, angel, god, monster or something in between.
Go forth then this day and be animal, monster, god and angel. Be human in all that entails. Be weak in flesh and strong in spirit, be weak of resolve and easily tempted. Be easily adaptable and prone to fits of pique and spite. Be prone to creativity and creation of art and music and poetry. Make life harder than it has to be, second guess yourself, eat too much, eat too little. Be agnostics, christian, jew, muslim, pagan, atheist or a divine zealot. Be the gamut and the spectrum of all human emotion. Have no shame for what you are. Be yourself; nothing more, nothing less.
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