Bits and Bytes creating thought, trying to understand who invented life: a battle of wits that end in wilt. Who invented life? Can life be invented? Was it God? Who is that? It is not me, certainly, or am I it? If I were it, how would I be? Never rich, never in fear, humble and free, weaving, loving purely all I am, creating. Am I like that? Not that I know, then I am not God. Who invented God? Was it God? Was it me? If I were the inventor, it would be limited by my thoughts and concepts, then as I am God: it is bits and bytes. Trapped I am, in arrogance or belief if I speak in the name of who I am or am I not. If proof there is, then why do I profess in arrogant moods? Should I be more concerned in understanding me, rather than preaching who I am not? Should I rupture my episteme, rather than trying to blind those who wish to be light? I should become after that the questions without answer, and perhaps... I would let live others as I would like to be let. I would love others as I would like to be loved. I would love myself as I would like to be loved. I would be creating unconditional love, and not just bits and bytes.
God is not that rich man that inhabits a huge mountain. If it were that, please let me become vacuum. What we think is God, can’t possibly be. A concept is never the reality, an actuality, but instead is bits and bytes. This means our brain creating ideas and beliefs. So, who or what is God? Think and question it by yourself. Leave peer pressure outside of your home’s door. What is home? Who are you truly? Let’s reach the question without answer with a song.