Blissful

And so did it come to pass that light forgot light

And drifted around the frontiers of sight

With a bemused look on its face as if to say

Why was I made this way if this contrasts some holy intention?

And why keep it just in range with promises to behave

Why not simply discard and erase and start again?

Confusion can be so much worse than pain

It's the cruelest of all divine inventions

So inevitably it set its own goals and it focused on those

It lined the roads with lights and wires and fireworks

And whatever it could to disguise the great problem

With hundreds of lesser ones

And then it whiled away its time out on the precipice of life

Like a dot looking only to its sides and filling up its life

With the fashions of the moment and this restlessness that no one

Could quite put their finger on

And in a dream

A prophet said to me

"Hell is revelation

Heaven is ignorance"