That God exists is undeniable. What God is is another question altogether. Was God an infinitesimally small point of energy, bound by the strong forces of subatomic particles, only to emanate forth to bloom a universe that is absolutely cold yet lit with the fires of many suns? Crawling with self assembling carbonaceous life forms? What many wonders are beyond the beck and call of our eyes and ears? Is God simply what IS or is he a strong but wisely old man depicted on the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo? And is there an afterlife where we are greeted as the individuals that we had been whilst bound to flesh and possessed of memory. Or do we pass into Gods domain, shed of our worldly consciousness, a flash of light forever fleeting to the end of time. We know that the ego is that which imagines the self and the beingness is that which is aware of the ego. We can never know if ego transcends the material realm but alas, to me, it seems infinitely unlikely. Yea though I toil to the end of an uncertain path, I too shall be united with God in my time. And I dearly hope that there is an awareness that is preserved to appreciate the glorious return and to have but faintest memory that yes, life is good and God has triumphed over darkness.

Nations do their worst to one another when they are possessed with living up to the image that they have collectively identified with for themselves and the Russian soul has assumed the darkest of demons.

Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed
He might pass by in the hour of need
There’s a lot of souls
Ain’t drinking from no well locked in a factory

Hey – look there goes
Hey – look there goes
If you’re after getting the honey – hey
Then you don’t go killing all the bees

Lord, there goes Martin Luther King
Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring
I hear what you’re saying, I hear what he’s saying
*Is what was true now no longer so

Hey – I hear what you’re saying
Hey – I hear what he’s saying
If you’re after getting the honey – hey
Then you don’t go killing all the bees

What the people are saying
And we know every road – go, go
What the people are saying
There ain’t no berries on the trees

Let the summertime sun
Fall on the apple – fall on the apple

Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
We think there is a soul, we don’t know
That soul is hard to find

Hey – down along the road
Hey – down along the road
If you’re after getting the honey
Then you don’t go killing all the bees

Hey – it’s what the people are saying
It’s what the people are saying
Hey – there ain’t no berries on the trees
Hey – that’s what the people are saying, no berries on the trees
You’re checking out the honey, baby
You had to go killin’ all the bees
(Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros)