The entire purpose of our life, as I am to believe, is so that we know what god experiences. If we reflect him, and are his image, we too must endure what he has seen before.

Biblically speaking, there’s no physical canon depiction of sin prior to Satan (Lucifer).

But it is interesting to think.

If the sacrifice wasn’t enough, he basically destroyed what was to give you something even greater than anything you could ever imagine.

It’s like people saying all the time, “why did you let this happen?”

But you don’t realize, the character development is more a blessing than you realize.

We didn’t have it before, I believe, pre-fall, so to have god literally establish his home in and next to your soul, is the strangest way, but best way, to say that someone loves you.

He killed his one and only son (resurrected after), so that he could sit next to you and love on you.

He’s probably hiding a side of him in the open that’s so exclusive to humanity, it’s taking thousands of years to fulfill. Like, a side of him we’ve never seen, but finally will thanks to Jesus.

I imagine the Holy Spirit embodying itself within us is that part of him.

I imagine god, whenever eternity sets in, when we’re living on a new earth, with a renewed universe, everything back as it was supposed to be; I imagine THE God, just being like, a big pushover man (not in an insulting way) who cracks jokes, acts old when he’s not, and is extremely good with kids.

It’s almost like someone barging into your home and replacing your photo albums with themself in the center. (I’ve heard that somewhere before…)

It’s not the act, but the feeling. Strange, bizarre, “why did this happen?”

Basically I feel like I’m looking at a painting that was just smeared.

So, to be quite honest, whenever I see someone with a blue check mark… it leaves a horrid burn in my soul.

I lose a lot of respect for people that feel “out of reach”, and not because I want to be in their life, but because the feeling of someone “ascending above you” is genuinely horrible.

If I EVER become famous, I want others to feel so loved, that it genuinely gives others hope and purpose when they see a picture of me.

If I could be that important to someone that they see the stars in my face? And not for a selfish reason, then I have fulfilled my duty.

I will NEVER fake myself, or lose my sense of heart for a corporate “hey you’re one of us now!”

If I EVER hear this phrase used on me, I will leave the room. I do not associate with high-society, intellectually dishonest conglomerates.

That’s my SEVERE solemn oath.

I never want to be put on a pedestal. I do not ever want to be a part of the sick world we call “business.”

And that’s why I don’t think I’m cut for being verified anyways…

Simply because I want others to see me from their level. I never want anyone to EVER think that I’m higher than them.

If ever I receive a verification mark, I will absolutely, genuinely destroy my account. I don’t ever want people to feel as if I’m “out of reach.”

And not to a parasocial degree either, just low enough that you feel that I’m “a part of you”, but far enough that I’m not your “favorite person.”

That’s… my goal.

I found out the hard way that this isn’t attainable easy, and now I may not ever resurface.

That and, well, jealousy does not go well with pride. Humanity is dangerous.

Don’t feed dogs that plan to bite you.

It would mean the world, even if not those I once looked up to, to meet some that I now see as a collective.

I, for some reason, am being drained by my western roots. I sometimes feel (and notice…) As if we are, (and I mean severely), the problem.

How sad… But that’s how life is.

I sometimes ponder what it would be like to text someone as a reputable figure, and (potentially) be accepted almost (if not, soon) instantly.

Some may be more out of reach, but I would’ve loved to have gained reputation and then be able to reach out to some of my favorite people.