I can tell you about my own philosophies or my own speculations. Especially in this world and what I have discovered ever since I have learned to remember anything about my life. I’ve always thought that you always see God in everyone, and everyone is made into his image.

I was always taught that anyone who is in your way is the enemy, and you have to go through them in order to get to your goal. I speculated what was good and evil. I philosophized what was right and what was wrong. Even now, I survived for 40 years, and I still don’t know much of anything.

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So what do we know? Ever since I became a dwarf the crux to being a holy mother of my own church, not much? And to be honest I will never know. Not for a long time. At least a time that expands so much farther after yours and my own lifetime.

I guess the real question is if can we figure out everything there is to know before Earth is destroyed by some random miraculous terrifyingly beautiful Act of this thing that we call the universe, whether if it’s God’s or someone else’s? Possibly mine. I’ve always said that, but yet people always wanted to condemn me for it.

After looking back in my life now, roughly 40 years on this planet and in this existence, there are times I usually look up into the night sky. Allowing myself to see more than I did ever before. Only to feel small and completely insignificant or even unimportant or even pointless.

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Instead, I truly say thank you to myself. My eyes, my brain and my own body for my own silent comparison throughout my own life. The collective consciousness of such an extraordinary time where myself and my fellow man studied these mysteries and existences are so far away from us, that we usually tear each other apart a lot faster than we ever do coming together.

There are times where I yearn to study such existences and mysteries that are so far away.

That is why I try my best not to discourage whatever belief system that I ever gave my complete self into whether if it’s God, science, aliens or just us but their own imaginations.

Instead of arguing constantly about what separates us and divides us, all wanted to combine the knowledge we all had with our own beliefs and theories to see what depths of our own minds we can all explore.

At the end of the day it’s us human beings that are made up at the same material of galaxies that maybe we are not supposed to know. Maybe the true meaning of life while we have this is simply give it some meaning by not searching for it but understanding it.

My mother believed God had all the answers.

My father believed we are the masters of our own fate and had to work hard achieving it.

My brother never believed in anything.

My sister always believed in humanity and the good in the world.

I couldn’t tell you what I believe in. In fact, I took a little bit of everything that I’ve ever been exposed to and made my own belief.

I used to believe in everything.

I used to believe in those who are above us and beneath us.

But now, I only believe in me.