Thursday, September 17, 2015


Standing at the edge of a cliff. It's a thousand feet to the bottom. I wish to be free from the clutches of gravity. Though I have no wings, no contraptions, I can fly. I know in my heart of hearts I will. So I bend my knees and throw myself off. And for a precious eight seconds I am unchained. I'm free. But reality eventually wins, as it always will. And the illusions, fantasies and arrogance of faith and religion are dashed upon the rocks. As they always will be.

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