salty, I know people who have felt all those things as well with their "first loves," but some of them got locked up for stalking or at least given restraining orders. It's quite possible to fall under delusion.
I really don't care how "deep" god goes with you - it makes you feel better, it makes you feel loved - my initial statement still stands.
I don't try to rationalize my romances with breathing humans, fortunately many with those who reciprocated, and the two that haven't...well, maybe like God, Johnny Depp and Gerard Butler will come around. All I'm saying is that if you didn't try to rationalize your relationship with your imaginary friend, it would go so much easier for you...for all y'all.
Also, I never try to tell people they should love Mr. Butler, even though I think he's the sexiest man on the face of the planet. (Before you object, Eldinero, we can argue that point later - while your suit was delicious, I've yet to see you in a Spartan costume.)
That's the other problem I have with this whole thing - seek him all you want, but don't expect us to think we should have a love affair with God.
And some might argue I have a love affair with life and nature - as a romantic, I'd love to think so. I savor it. I relish what my senses give me - the open wind, the bright sun, the smell of warmed Southern soil the night after a rain when the humidity clings to the darkness and you taste life on the breeze...but I don't worship it, and neither am I required to. So I just don't understand your need. I have enough. I don't need to seek god. All that I need is within me, and within my fellows around me, and within the earth below me. When I seek things there, I find them...and it's not your god.
I really don't care how "deep" god goes with you - it makes you feel better, it makes you feel loved - my initial statement still stands.
I don't try to rationalize my romances with breathing humans, fortunately many with those who reciprocated, and the two that haven't...well, maybe like God, Johnny Depp and Gerard Butler will come around. All I'm saying is that if you didn't try to rationalize your relationship with your imaginary friend, it would go so much easier for you...for all y'all.
Also, I never try to tell people they should love Mr. Butler, even though I think he's the sexiest man on the face of the planet. (Before you object, Eldinero, we can argue that point later - while your suit was delicious, I've yet to see you in a Spartan costume.)
That's the other problem I have with this whole thing - seek him all you want, but don't expect us to think we should have a love affair with God.
And some might argue I have a love affair with life and nature - as a romantic, I'd love to think so. I savor it. I relish what my senses give me - the open wind, the bright sun, the smell of warmed Southern soil the night after a rain when the humidity clings to the darkness and you taste life on the breeze...but I don't worship it, and neither am I required to. So I just don't understand your need. I have enough. I don't need to seek god. All that I need is within me, and within my fellows around me, and within the earth below me. When I seek things there, I find them...and it's not your god.
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