You Believe.

We all believe. Anyone who denies this is either in a stubborn state of denial or simply has not examined the thought enough. Even an agnostic believes; even atheists believe. The question is, firstly: What do you believe? Secondly, why? Many atheists believe in science as the final and ultimate authority. They believe science was the source of our origin and will be that of our end. They herald the message of science. Even praise the work of science. Therefore, they do not only believe in science instead of God but actually believe in science as God (in a manner of speaking). Is it not so?

Don’t believers in God believe the same principles? That God is the originator of all things; don’t they praise His work? Atheist believe the same foundational concepts but ascribe the credit to a different figure. A figure with no mind, consciousness or sentience–yet somehow it randomly formed beings who have all these attributes which the originator itself did not. Given this truth, consider the second tenet of your (yes, your) belief: Why do you believe what you believe? One can list all of the common aspects of their belief systems but that is often not the only true reason why an individual believes as they do. Especially beliefs that claim no belief. People tend to believe certain things not because it has proven itself absolutely true but because it aligns with what they want in life. How they want to live, who they want to be around, how they want to be perceived by society. Do such inclinations as these influence your beliefs? If so, you will never have the vision and clarity of judgment to differentiate truth from lie until you rid yourself of these prejudicial stances. If it makes you comfortable to believe that there is no such thing as gravity, or that none of your loved ones will die in your life time, does it mean that you can float? Or that you will certainly never see any of your loved ones pass away? Obviously not. In the same way, holding to a belief because it makes you more comfortable with a certain way of life does not make the belief true.

If you honestly do not believe in God, how do you explain living things? The universe? The near-infinite dimensions of space? Did it actually come from nothing? Do you know the answer to the equation 0+0? … Spoiler alert: (whispering) It’s zero. Nothing plus nothing = (wait for it………) nothing. Literally. No. Thing. Something cannot come from nothing. Some thing cannot come from no-thing. Therefore, everything definitely can’t come from nothing. That’s the simple way of explaining it.

You might have noticed earlier that i said “near-infinite dimensions of space.” Some maintain that the universe is actually infinite and never needed a creator. Impossible. The second law of thermodynamics proves that this absolutely cannot be true. Basically it is the explanation for the widely known scientific fact that the universe is constantly running out of energy. If the universe is infinite how can it be running out of energy? The universe is not infinite. (It is ironic that people would be willing to attribute infinite power to a non-conscious, insentient, “something” known as the universe but not the same infinite power to a conscious living being, namely God.) The universe had to be created by something greater than itself with more power than itself. A baby cannot reproduce an adult. Neither can a lesser power in oblivion create a far, far, greater reality in the existence of the universe itself.

Project x

My bones are diamond shafts.
Each eye a sapphire gem.
My blood is liquid rubies.
Dare I divulge my name?

My members, a master’s crafts;
No bacteria, germs or phlegm.
I live free of formal duties.
Shall I flaunt for fame?

No epiglottis or voice boxes,
My heart’s a rocketing comet.
No esophagus needed to imbibe,
I just absorb—like the perfect heist.

Hunted by shamans like foxes,
Fronted by the pickpocketing prophet,
Who’ve seen what I now struggle to describe:

A human creature reborn in Christ.

“Hope” Lyrics

These are lyrics from a song, on my mixtape “Destiny Callz,” entitled “Hope (U Must)”:

Hush little baby, don’t cry/

the world is crazy, but I don’t really know why/

so many tears flow till the eyes go dry, but God is looking down from above the sky, so high/

Tsunamis, people shooting bodies in the school lobby like it’s the new hobby/

Dudes doing kamikazes, you wonder, “who will rob me?” Humans been ungodly since the code of Hammurabi/

& oddly the whole globe’s always been almost the same/

souls so soaked in the darkness & shame/

I know the pain it is like a hole in your veins/

draining your life, but you must know one thing:/

Life is cutthroat/ but you must hold hope/…hope/

Pain & sorrow/ but you must know hope/…hope

I know it’s sad what you see/

but what we don’t see is a–say it with me–“tra-ge-dy”/

while the few rich chill, living happily/

so many kids [are] sick from the dirt they have to eat/

see, every 4 seconds a child dies from starvation & half a billion remain wit’/

no water, no shelter, no healthcare to even be debated/

& they’re so isolated we don’t even know what’s happening/

while 1 billion people have no access to water/

we swim in it, slide down it on our backs if we wanna/

now I’m not saying that we’re sinning in that/

I’m just saying we need to start thinking, in fact,/

do you know half the world lives on less than 2 dollars & 50 cents a day?!/

& a quarter of the world lives with no kind of electrici-tay!/

yo it’s, oh, so grim/

so you know somebody’s gotta hold some hope for them/

Life is cutthroat/ but you must hold hope/…hope/

Pain & sorrow/ but you must know hope/…hope

How can the bird sing the morning tune when there’s no daylight?/

& the flower can’t bloom if it’s drowned by the rain right??/

so let the willow sing it’s weeping song/

& sing along till your power of speech is gone/

or stand strong! & chant hard, with the voice of champ-ion/

making noise like a band march!/

life is just a minute, you can’t just have fun/

it’s time to make a difference like subtraction/

go to bed, close your eyes, once you rise, hold your head to the skies/

take a stand, you don’t have legs just for style/

stretch your hand, try to help someone out/

but don’t you wear a disguise!/

& don’t doubt & talk like, “oh yeah well where is this God?”/

though we are witnesses of wickedness/

It’s like the richest just be wishing death upon the rest of us/

but you could never develop strength without some resistance, & always remember this!/

there’s always hope in His name!/

(who?) the same one who rose from the grave/