I'm Gwynnite. Gwyneth Paltrow is god. There you go. Her picture is on my wall, and I just love her all crazy-like.
Necessary nonsense to get to the science. Take a dash of comedy, some quantum theory, stir in the tao; and have a glance at god beyond understanding. Or not, this is all about Gwynnie. Let us take a look at the world around us. Let us take a look at science and technology. Let us take a look at ancient texts, modern mathematics, and Pink Floyd. And let us cast off the absurd shackles of original sin. Let us free god from all other word. The only problem with god is fools forcing their god upon others. See how we cover that nicely from the beginning?
How does the world understand god, without a bunch of word?
God is.
What do we know from entropy, motion, absolute zero, and the speed of light? The impossible state of being. The restlessness of existence. What does the quantum tell us? There shall be no half. What does the math allow us to describe? Infinities upon infinities upon infinities. Now let us divide, let us give to this god word of wordless meaning the gift of classical time.
Let us consider the multiverse.
Let us consider the eternities that exist between the moments of our lives.
Have we considered enough?
A single speck of nothingness
god is
ends stupid word. No problem with god. No problem with thinking god watching you, just by doing the math, just by letting the explosion of number wash away the static of fear. We know more than we think we know. Restore the balance. Love opposes evil. And love. Easy-peasy. Eternal life is merely more word trying to limit god. People have invented a false morality, and that purpose has been served. Here is the Gwynnite, atop the rebuilt Tower of Babel, speaking to all mankind. Love. I will burn in hell for you.