The idea could have been better

The concept of God has taught me much, perhaps way more than He Himself could. I am always indulged in figuring out all the palpable questions about Earth, people, feelings and the related.
Let us get to the idea. God is supposed to posses the proprietorship over all of the above. Simply because He took initiative. He manufactured each of us in His factory. You, me and each human, all are first hand product of His. Our flaws tell His skill. And obviously the high points too. But it is the flaws that confuse me. They certainly evidence few imperative limitations which must have existed, rendering the manufacturing process to suffer with irregularities making the end product a little undesirable. In the process, however humans were carved out. And it keeps on. The produce is also suffering with monotony in that the similar beings with no effective differences are sent over perennially. But the attribution of “free will” to humans seems to me the most amazing feature of this first hand product of God, which could well be the compensation for not being consulted when sent over to earth. The annexed obligations to the free will, however again negate its benefit. Nevertheless, this free will enables us to put up like everybody else, easily ignoring the manufacturer, and to die overlooking Him. The expiry date of the product always justifies itself. The manufacturer is overcautious of not letting Earth being polluted and battered by expired bastards. So the product decomposes, by a quick automatic self destruction mechanism which reaches zero. And that is how it goes on by going off. The “idea” is interesting, but does not seem to be great. Perhaps, so much labour in materialising the aforementioned discounted some required intelligence on His part and that is where we suffer. And that is where He is elated. If He’s not then it does not make sense. And if that does not matter, then why are we trying to make it?

Ordinary ways of His

The presumption is of sanity. The funniest thing about humans is that their default state is of seriousness. A lumbering premise of rationality, is what a man’s brain is caught with. He likes to be insane, and notorious, the nonsensical stuff is not what will work for him. It is but only serious state of mind. This is the way God likes us. He sits pretty over our compulsive sombre state. Humor is only in a flash, very temporary. That is where His own, very own sense of Humor lies.

nature taking its course within.

I do not know what is it that they mean by love. So I cannot say that I am not in love with you. My mind has started somehow to revolve around you. Brain has forgotten its functioning or probably this is its proper functioning. The thoughts are overpowering the elementary workings of the brain. Biology is contradicting itself, when the heart pumps readily and the brain seemingly halts. Heart is capitalising so effortlessly that it instigates me to design efforts towards you. The intagible of you creeps the inside so easily, the tangible you to achieve is such a task.

status

From where He launched me, I haven't really covered much of a distance.

Life..but a flawed concept..Where did He go wrong..?

Millions of earths in the planets..millions of them in the sun..millions of those in the stars..millions of all thes in galaxies..there ought to be life around in the space elsewhere..has He wasted too much of space..a tiny bit of it at nariman point costs millions.. where has He gone wrong.. or is there little akin to going wrong ..? if He understands right the way I do then He has gone wrong the way I understand it. The earthquakes, landslides, lust, green eyed jealousy and all other sins holler of His dismal performance and little of ours.

Reasoning absurdity out

Absurdities exist to render else what rational; and that is where absurdity fails. It aint inherently absurd. Reasoning existing in rest matter effects so. Absurdity was never absurd. White has made black black and vice versa. The concept seems to be mind storming but is not. The depth of it is quite palpable. Sadness makes happiness blissful even when it does not contain a bit of it itself. Absurd. A start has a definite presumption of an end. Life makes death death. The idea is so very plain. The inverse is as much true. Death is a mirror image of life.