We must believe, if we are to believe at all, that there is a God who created this world, but that He also separates Himself from it.
We must believe that we are all mad, and that is what makes us love from the places we cannot conventionally love from. It also makes us function from dysfunction.
I do not claim to love with any power other than that the love I must have and must show is unconventionally messed up.
But after all, I am messed up; therefore, anything I give automatically disqualifies me from ever being a sane lover.
I am mad, and that is what makes me beautiful.
I am mad because I still believe that my love can move mountains, when all it can move is a piece of trash from one bin to the other.
I am mad because at the end of the day that love has moved farther than just those bins, it actually lends itself to others. It actually makes sense.
I am mad because today I realized that I have no love other than the Father's which is not messy, but it is the most intangible love I know.
My friend told me today he might be crazy, and my only response was:
I am crazy too.
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