Thought Fingerfood
God is that geometric straight line you have imagined between you and yourself.
Emptiness extends spatially into my eyes.
Silence fills the space between my ears.
I think, therefore I exist.
I exist, therefore I think.
I exist, therefore I exist.
I think, therefore I think.
I think, therefore I don’t exist.
I exist, therefore I don’t think.
I think I exist, therefore I exist.
I exist to think, therefore I think.
I exist not to think, therefore I don’t think.
I think not to exist, therefore I don’t exist.
Between Think and Exist, there is God. Amen
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