Beholding God

Let us admit, it is an ugly, ugly world. God is dead again, and the will of man is shrill selfish cry of a billion angry drunken tyrants waving holy books and mugs of rum. We are a pirated race, who hunt down poets, and prophets who have seen God – or so they say.

We care too much what people think of us, thus we never get caught making an inward journey, anymore, lest we fail to find the truth. Best fail as one in a collective. This way no one is to blame?

And where have all the beautiful women gone? Gone to watch the gladiators and the chariot drivers gleefully run over those poor beggars on the road, because they suspect God favors these ones because vanity is dead for them. Humanity where is they perfect mirror?

Above are photographs of McClure’s Beach where I died as…