That is It.
The movement could barely be quantified, and yet it was there.
It started as a whisper, but grew to a shout.
“We want what we deserve”
Deserve? Who deserves anything? From whom do you deserve it?
Who is it that will give it to you?
Who is it that you aim to take it from?
Nothing is guaranteed in this life. Why do you think it is?
Were you sold a bill of goods?
Did you think that this should be fun?
Did you think this would be easy? You’re missing something.
You aren’t looking at it as it is.
You see what you want to see. That is your great delusion. That is your folly.
What are you really looking for? A sense of understanding? A feeling of accomplishment?
And end to the torment?
Who is your tormentor?
The God who rests in your heart?
What have you done for me lately?
What have I done for me? Why should I?
Who do you think you are?
Get real brother, this is all a game, and you’re losing.
At the end, what is lost or gained?
Nothing, everything.
Shut up.
Don’t you know the difference?
What is this game you’re playing?
I’m just trying to meet you where you are.
But where is that?
Right here.
Isn’t that interesting?