The Aztec's got it spot on, if a God gives you life.. and nurtures you.. to full sentient maturity... then thats a pretty good parallel to the power of God to give life which is the active principal and definition of the/a creator...
like any recipe for a complex meal.. we are the right ingredients that happened in the randomness of all things to conjoin in actuality... something so dangerous like a semi eternal pit of fire that helped to bake us in the oven of evolution.. we are the meal, that is consumed by Death..
like farm animals we blindly enjoy the present moment, and the near future.. deluding ourselves that we might avoid eternal darkness..
The Body is the Placenta of the Soul.. that sacrifices itself so that another condition of living may come to exist... life is organised chaos for a limited time... until the Atomic clock counts down for each and all of us.. till we fall into the ocean's of Morpheus...
till we are born again on a distant shore, washed up on the waves of time that thread back to the origin of the first thought in a microcosm of eternity..
Jesus this Grass is Good...
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