We idolize immortality. We loathe the dying.
So much justification, drenched in irony.
Either ashes or the casket.
I notice it leans that way; no true understanding of why.
And Love feels you; and I feel you: What becomes its purpose?
So fatally in amore: so tragic, headed back to Greece.
gods became humans; goddesses became immortal.
“You shouldn’t say that.”
You should be more aware.
Off to islands; religious creatures: it can’t be escaped: join and live; join and die.
It must be!
Please don’t anger it. It’s both.
Rules chanted: rules shattered. Many trying to exist, more trying to live.
Thrown into it: it was first for depression. It became life. A soul becomes a church: bells ringing, knells laughing, ghosts and demons. It never died out: it became thorough.
In all of one’s knowing, please know what is being worshipped.
One might ask: “And what are you praising?”
One says, “God.” Another says: “We meet God through each other.” Another is angered by that.
“Why not let go?”
That would destroy the fabric.
The world would give up the Ghost.
