the realms of being with god

certainly, this seemed, as many who have, for want of a better way to express (which, mind you, instantly renders them worthless!) 'found' thee, as thine of all thine truisms. and yet, as those whom spend our time in the sorry and perplexing wittgensteinian caverns of yonder appreciate, all of a truism is the greatest of all truths. is there not the essence of the east in fundamental truism? is there not the notion of the dismantling of truth, and the subterfuge of reason, in all nonsense? and is not the truest of all the greatest of all nonsenses! ah, but here we have the essence of the word, the essence of what makes god. for, as we are told from the very very outset, god is pure upon pure linguistic. IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD. says thou, and thou ist fine upon fine, let it be spread upon the yonder! let the layers upon layers of dogma fall away like the remains of a slowly roasted lamb, and be of all purity as thou wilt in the eyes and the heart of the lord. BE AS THOU SHALT BE EXRPRESSED. and care not that suchness is a sin - and care not that all is untruth, and horror - and care not, even, that all that is expressed is untruth and horror! for the true and the sad and the bountiful good are here, permeating all. it is for another day for mine to express the nature of time, but let it be said here that the meaning, the true spirit of JHWH is his words (and his meaning) I AM WHAT I WILL BE. let not your soul be misguided that the end is not already upon us! all is as all is. and such, my dear ones, is the purest beauty of eternal now.