I watched the Sunday morning news shows today because I wanted to get a sense of how the politics of the election has changed since Obama has sewn the candidacy up. I'd take a vacation. If I was Hillary nobody would see me until November. I believe in the adage that when you cry, you should cry alone. Otherwise, what's the point? I welcome little crying jags. Life seems never to deal the players fair, especially where being a player is the only other option to death.
Reflecting on the notion that all I am really IS a docetic entity who creates what some see as "life" just to see if it can pass itself off as it's creation. As if the ventriloquist could pass himself off as his dummy. That he could make his dummy a "real boy". When I re-read the opening paragraph it didn't seem like what a docetic creature might say because it is immortal. An immortal can't possibly be believable if it claims to consider death as it's motivation as a careactor actor's actor.
I doubt if what I'm claiming doceticism exists as is actually the personification of it's original christening. The only phrase that interests me is the one that describes a spirit that can't become human. The Catholic Church pronounces this heresy, and persecuted it's followers. Jews and Muslims. As far as I know, the Church of Rome is the only major religion that God became man.
In that case, then God is a docetic spirit that also fails at becoming it's own creation. There doesn't appear to be a whole lot of difference between the kristos as a docetic spirit that cannot become human, and a historical Jesus who dies on the cross crying out how God had forsaken him. God forsook him there on the cross because it was only upon the cross that he could realize he'd been duped, and that he couldn't become human despite all his sacrifices. It's at this point the Vatican becomes a failed state. The Pope is a human who can't become God. He shits.
Part of the problem here is continuously making myself into a human form, hoping with only hope left for the time to come when the chance is gone. If docetic spirits can't become human, and human beings can't become God, then it's time for a change of perspective. We are not what we are and we are what we can't deny as being.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
