I strive to write as if no one is watching me.
I crawl through a desert as a new form of Sisyphus everyday
What do I care about?
It’s only God
Human opinions, even if they’re three billion opinions, are nothing next to that.
There is nothing I am moving toward, the moving itself is the aim.
I love God!
Any suffering and humiliation are caused by people who don’t love God.
I will crawl through this desert, mocking them all the way.
There’s a “monastery” for people like me on the horizon.
I can see it now. In fact I can’t, so I try to create it. It takes an exile to know an exile.
The non-exile church exiles against the exiles
“Someone like you will be a monkey in fifty years and no one ever did anything to stop it, so what does that say?” They weren’t people willing to abandon sick society.
I am not here for any purpose, it’s only to do what is right.