Don't stop believin' (is this an i before e word?)

Religion? I think we’re all correct in our beliefs, as long as we know a metaphor when we see/hear/read/invoke one.

The bigger challenge is to go beyond the force that created the universe. There’s your fucking god, goddamn it. There’s your god with his back to the wall, her force painted into a corner. Then dare to think further.

Go to the unfathomable dual singularity with the eternally open womb on one side, the eternally bleeding wound on the other. Fear the fusion of the spray of dark and light. Or red and white.

It’s eons beyond the eleven strings of said thread-borne theory. It’s out there one atom of an atom of an atom ever closer but still only halves of tinier halves to the beyond of what will seem as primitive as 2 dimensions someday. Still, though, it’s in our sky. Or fingernail. Depending on how stoned you are. Mine’s gone, threw it away. I’ll partake some other day.