Easter Thought

Another LiveJournal rip and post:

There's something sublimely ironic about the thought that a person can print a book and call it God, then turn around and try to send me to a place of eternal punishment for daring to worship an eternal Goddess. Before that book was yet a sapling, She was. Before the language of that book was put to print, She was. Before the words of that book were even uttered, She was. She was with the Creator, forming all things, and was delighted every day. Her delights were to be with us. And She will be, even after the last book has turned to dust. She was. She is. She will be, just as the Living Christ was, is, and will be. This is the Word. The rest is written in dust, and the winds are blowing.

Live and love, people. That's all that will survive the dust.