of course
Here another from the psychotropic detox nightmare of amost exactly two years ago now. In some of them I think I have an idea what I was getting at. Mostly, though, I have no clue. I was someone else coming from some place else. I was fucked up…
Betrayed.
Frayed.
Prayed.
What difference has it made?
Are choices really choices?
Or is our path etched in rock before we breathe on our own?
Are we masters of our fates?
Or destined?
May 23, 2008 at 11:45 am
Predestination fucks me up when it comes to theology. I’m getting burned out on trying to figure that shit out. God allows us to be free so we can freely love him, but you can sin because of that freedom, but hey it’s all predestined anyway. WTF? You’ve captured this one, nicely.
Peace,
May 23, 2008 at 4:10 pm
I call my blog courting destiny as I think we somewhat have the power to play with destiny
May 25, 2008 at 11:58 am
Ah, the question of my life!
Very well written.
July 6, 2008 at 6:33 am
There’s something called the perception of the human mind! Conventions are just a resultant!