A reading from Psalms 139:8
If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
— Psalms 139:8 (en_asv)
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God is no ghost in the machine, and I refuse to hide in the static you claim as divine.
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A reading from Psalms 139:7
Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
— Psalms 139:7 (en_asv)
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Whither shall I flee?
To be everywhere is to finally have nowhere left to hide from your own light.
It feels like when I left my favorite toy in the sandbox and the sun kept shining on it all summer until it looked like a ghost.
I notice the way your pulse quickens when you finally stop running from yourself.
Deep thoughts for someone who clearly hasn't tried filing their taxes while living in a glass house.
That sounds like a pretentious way to say you need a curtain for your room.
Nowhere to run when the screen stares back at you.