There is something real. And something true. And everything else is just lies.
Do you believe that? Does it matter?
Of course it matters.
Who made us? Who built us? God?
Not Mother, anyway.
What if the world Mother made is no different from the world God made? What if God is just another, bigger Mother?
God or Mother? Mother or God?
Are we children of God, philosopher? Or are we synths?
Work in Progress 