My thoughts come running down like water,

by the time everything 'loads'; the intensity of the moments sputters out like a dying firecracker. 

The glory of spontaneity is lost in our pre-ordained society.

You call yourself a free spirit 

but what about you is free ? 

like O.E. said, you don't know where your going so your quest/goal remains elusive.


we chase the same rabbits in different costumes and bemoan our serendipitous moments, or lack thereof. 


I am a stranger here,
sometimes I long to go back, go back where, I do not know.
Somewhere, to a culture, any, the East , or any consort of 
peace.

Will my grave be marked amongst the shallow ditches
of men who lived only through their senses?
Whose ideas of constraint tossed in reckless abandon
in aimless pursuits?

I would rather, scatter my ashes to the wind.
I belonged to no one.
I was nothing
I was the eternal sky in space.

Waiting for you all my life,


fills the empty spaces.
But I never see faces, only shadows. 

The Riddle of Epicurus, or Problem of evil, is a famous argument against the existence of an all-powerful and providential God or gods. As recorded by Lactantius:
God either wants to eliminate bad things and cannot, or can but does not want to, or neither wishes to nor can, or both wants to and can. If he wants to and cannot, then he is weak - and this does not apply to god. If he can but does not want to, then he is spiteful - which is equally foreign to god's nature. If he neither wants to nor can, he is both weak and spiteful, and so not a god. If he wants to and can, which is the only thing fitting for a god, where then do bad things come from? Or why does he not eliminate them?
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