It's No Wonder Bob Geldof

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

Sometimes When We're Incensed By The Rancid Tide Of Injustice, The Impulse Is To Attack. We Must Avoid This. We Have Learned That Violence As A Means Is Always Unsuccessful.

Consciousness Exists Beyond Your Head, Between Our Heads, And It Can Manifest Harmony.

Over The Road There Was A Church: A Modern Gray Building, Which Constantly Played A Recording Of Church Bells. Strange It Was. Why No Proper Bells? I Never Went In But I Bet It Was A Robot Church For Androids, Where The Bible Was In Binary And Their Jesus Had Laser Eyes And Metal Claws.

What I Might Do Is Watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society Or Good Will Hunting And I Might Be Nice To People, Mindful Today How Fragile We All Are, How Delicate We Are, Even When Fizzing With Divine Madness That Seems Like It Will Never Expire.