Final words in a chat room debate

 I talk to God almost every day in conversation. I know who I'm talking to and I know his ways are fairer then your religious views. God doesn't intend to separate a small minority of ideologues out of imperfect humanity and abandon the rest to eternal torture.

People are all imperfect and reasonably unable to align to your dogma but that doesn't matter to you that life is this irrational imperfect environment where ideas and claims of salvation are impossible odds for most people who have ever lived because you've bent your puny minds into an odd irregular shape of conformity and lost sight of the humanity of the rest of the world who I know God loves.

 God loves people in North Korea, the UK, China, America, the Sudan, Afghanistan. God loves us all

 gn

Impulsive thoughts late at night in chat while drinking whisky

The best of all possible places has a rumor; yet who of us really knows this best possible scenario, or better then this a state that their dreams barely dare approach; who knows hopes depth, height, mystery; who has peered into possibility, fought through his/her own doubts, and glimpsed what reality really is.

I have opened a door; this is no ordinary door, walk through it and look around; have you seen what is revealed to your sight; have you looked carefully at what it is you're part of. Who has neared the wellspring of life and tasted of this water. Who has seen and understood my ways.

Certain limits exist on the imagination. If we descend or ascend, if we go far into the unknown; if we look where the sky leads, leave the familiar, our imagination doubts open-endedness, possibilities sophistication, creativities expansion, the discovery of answers that explain existence and possibility.

Call a person what they frequently are: predictably chaotic, raging with hate, flawed in moral judgment, absent truth, direction, untrustworthy, but I tell you this no life goes into the gutter, nor are the misguided thrown into prisons, tortured forever, or cast into unmarked graves.

When a light shines brightly an observer gazes curiously at that light. If that light is good, not merely just ethical or fair, but understood to reveal a sign of truth and good, then all who fall under that illumination naturally have priorities that change.