killing the spider for your gf is less an act of love than it is malicious, blind subservience. she commands you to kill a lesser, neutral being because it makes her feel fear and disgust. she can’t comprehend the utility of the common house spider in maintaining natural order.
I heard someone say, satan got adam and eve to fix their eyes on one tree when god had already given them an entire garden, think about that. The enemy didn't have to convince them that they had nothing. He just had to make them forget everything that they already had. And he still, till this day, uses the same strategy. He gets us to focus on relationships we don't have, the job that we don't have, the opportunity we don't have, the healing we haven't seen yet. Meanwhile, we are blind to the countless prayers god has already answered. Gratitude isn't pretending you don't want more, it's refusing to let what you don't have make you forget the goodness of god that's already surrounding you.
Being a deep thinker is definitely a gift and a curse.
I keep thinking about this verse:
Ecclesiastes 1:18;
“For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.”
y’all don’t think mass surveillance is a problem because you participate in the shit lmfao. ring cameras, monitoring yo partner’s location, going thru they phones, stalking they social media pages, etc. all of that weirdo shit is an extension of the surveillance state we live in.
Ive watched the same specimen for months now, at my gym a thick necked ox of a man who moves iron like it owes him money and in between sets sits scrolling with the slack jawed expression of a medicated cow. all that magnificent tissue and nothing upstairs running it, a temple with no God. and i know his opposite too, a pale pumpkin seed of a man, all brain and brittle, who could recite Aristotle on discipline while being physically incapable of defending his own mother. both of them are half men. the body is the temple and the spirit must live in it. a soul carried around in a ruined vessel goes rancid