eureka moments.
I've been waking up in the middle of the night and having them. Last night, instead of thinking for hours, I told myself just go back to sleep, but I regret it because I can't remember what it was.
Reminds me of that Tool song. "I forgot my pen."
Here's a bizarre theory. Maybe we are destined to evolve in to our creator. Maybe we truly are God's children. Maybe what's seen as a grand mystical inter-dimensional entity is really future versions of ourselves. Maybe in the future when we're all smart and shit, we'll figure out how to send our DNA back in time. So, hypothetically, if we're destined to be the Gods that created us, we should strive to be the God that we imagine. Something Good.
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