Doug has had a vision for most of his life of heaven in his mind. He was atheist in his upbringing. Everything in all the books were lies and all the authors were liars. We know of know perfect form of communication that allows us not to lie. Celtic writers that like artists are all irish scribes embellish everything away with the pen.
There is no truth to me if you take my heaven away from me. The dream ends for me when there is no way to create my heaven in cyberspace.
It would be good too if we could live with something sustainable in the real world.
This is out of hand and control. Oh... What can I do but, write you...
If i do make it out of this alive i want you to know i did my best to reach you.
i spoke of the three way vs the four way as a basic design flaw that is at the heart of the worlds problems.
Don't put a cross on her mother earth and sacrifice her to God knows what. She doesn't deserve to be so cross. There is a bridge to my lucky world.
It doesn't matter what your friends say. The bridge it is there for you.
It's a stairway across a river life stream it curves up to a round top.
Then goes down a stair case to the other side of the water.
On new ground. A hex world is found. Some place out in some space. Empty of hate and weapons. The only things we destroy are art of old just to grow the comb higher into a doom it regenerates like a spout.
In Heaven I am a visionary. The same vision I use in my art work but, I don't want to own anything of it. And, I don't want to sell it. I want to barter my artwork for what I want. My craft in truth paying for all my costs with my sweat as an artist. I will atone for all my consuming with my art. And, my belongings just go to waste. Give them away... Holding on to them is kinda gay... Just remember me when Im gone. Threw my art work I live on...
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