We didn't parachute in here On some vendetta, Like commandos in an Aerial assault. Or with a sightseeing agenda Like tourists on a bus. What makes us think this life Is all about us? We grow here, Like apples on a tree. We have neither the Ability, nor Responsibility To make ourselves happy. Why do we believe We warrant Preferential treatment, and a Soft landing? Instead, We are bred to be the leading edge Of God's search for self knowledge And moral understanding. We don't hold the power To live or die. God makes the apples, Leaving it to us To make war… Or pie.
Yes. Who the fuck do we think we are?? Exactly. You and I are exploring the edges of things, the underneaths. We gonna blow this place wide open.🙏👋😲🥰😎
Apple crumble for me, please. Also highly partial to blackberry and apple pie - preferably made by my Mum, and therefore no longer obtainable. Sigh...