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Why is my bed not happy?
Why is my chair not sad?
Why isn’t a watch full of envy?
Why is my pen not mad?
Because they are inanimate objects?
At least that’s what science says so…
But I always hated that subject,
Trust it? or stick to what I know?
How is a brain any different,
to a bed or a pen or a chair?
They all came from atomic elements
As physical as the paper we tear.
So how on earth can it be
that I possess personality?
As I fall back on my bed
A scary thought swirls in my head;
I’m sad to say not a tear was shed.
I’m sad to say… This world is dead.
Alex Herlihy – 2009
Johnny is a Bishop, Heretic, Prophet, Priest, Apostle and ASM (Ascended Spiritual Master). On his good days he is often also the one true almighty God incarnate. He enjoys writing theology and philosophy articles and spreading the Gospel promise of Universal Salvation