Denial that we’re living for some kind of ‘god’ is likely the best evidence we have that we’re dying because of some kind of ‘god’.

Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

It is in refusing to recognize that we worship something that we move from the worship of that thing to slavery to that thing.

At the point that it dawns on me that I am not God I have finally made room for God.

Be confidently assured that any ‘gods’ that we build will always have veracious appetites, and sooner or later they will gorge themselves on that which built them.