Can you see God?
This one time I...
Like really see God, and recognize him, and say hello and ask how they slept last night.
No.
Can you touch God?
I knew this person once...
I mean reach out and shake their hand and say you've always been a fan of their work, and admire their handshake.
No.
So there is no God.
But...
Can you see love?
Well...
I mean really see it. Like spot it across a busy street and wave like it's an old friend with your hat on.
No.
Can you touch love?
Uh...
Really touch it. Not like sex but can you pick it up and hold it in your hand and smile at it.
No.
So there is no love.
NO. That's not what I meant.
Well...
What do you call it, when you can't touch it and can't see it, but you know it's there? You trust it, you believe in it even when it fails you. We all know love is there. Even the worst cynics in the world think deep down there has to be someone out there. (Trust me. I know.) But we don't all think God is there.
Everyone says this, but I just realized there might be some truth to it.
What if they're both the same thing?
What if we're both the same thing?
What if we're all the same thing?
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
11:11
Why would I
Make a wish at 11:11
When in sixty seconds the magic minute will be gone?
What's the point of laughter
When at some point we'll have to stop?
When we say hello
You know soon we'll say goodbye.
When you shout and fight and throw that
Thunder word across the room
You feel like you're on top of the world
And then you're up at night
You want to cry and run across and take them all back
All back all back
Because someday it'll all be too late
No one will remember except the clouds
That are only passing by anyway.
Because summer's so nice
But it always has to end.
And at some point when you're telling me it's going to be okay
You'll have to let go
And we'll go face the music alone
It's all temporary
This respite that we call
Music love laughter sun
It won't last forever
You know.
And why would I wish for
It all to get better
When the magic minute is going to slip away like a drop of July
And I'll just be waiting waiting
For the next time to
Wish
And the things that are supposed to get me through the day
Their fleeting brightness
Just makes everything else a little more grey.
Make a wish at 11:11
When in sixty seconds the magic minute will be gone?
What's the point of laughter
When at some point we'll have to stop?
When we say hello
You know soon we'll say goodbye.
When you shout and fight and throw that
Thunder word across the room
You feel like you're on top of the world
And then you're up at night
You want to cry and run across and take them all back
All back all back
Because someday it'll all be too late
No one will remember except the clouds
That are only passing by anyway.
Because summer's so nice
But it always has to end.
And at some point when you're telling me it's going to be okay
You'll have to let go
And we'll go face the music alone
It's all temporary
This respite that we call
Music love laughter sun
It won't last forever
You know.
And why would I wish for
It all to get better
When the magic minute is going to slip away like a drop of July
And I'll just be waiting waiting
For the next time to
Wish
And the things that are supposed to get me through the day
Their fleeting brightness
Just makes everything else a little more grey.
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