Machines or Aliens | David Olimpio
you think there is green grass. you think there is a dying leaf. you think there is love. you think there is pain. listen: the machines or aliens is god, and also: there is no death, innit. nothing is permanent and yet everything is. there is not "love" and "not love." there is not "pain" and "not pain." do you hear? how it is all the same? it is all the same. we should never try to get anywhere other than where we are unless where we are is in the midst of a thunder situation, in which case not even the Bald Man can help your ass.