Madness string 122559

Random mermaid
Gods are abstract. They're amalgamations of belief, concepts given purpose by the flux of interpretation. They're not singular, they're not specific, they're not original, and this makes them fundamentally alien to how we understand named entities to be singular, as singular beings ourselves. At best, we can perhaps think of them more as a broad whole centred on the substance of their nature. But which nature? That nature isn't singular. And yet somehow the amalgamated whole presents itself to and interacts with us as a singular being regardless? At some point I would like to understand this better, but for now I'm thoroughly flummoxed.
I used to be like you, a long time ago. All brand new and perfect; no mistakes, no regrets. People look at you and think of how wonderful your future will be. They want you to be something special, like a doctor or a lawyer. I hate to tell you this, but if you grow up here, you're more likely to wind up selling your bodies on the streets or shooting dope from dirty needles in a bus stop. And if you're successful, you'll make money selling junk to crackheads, and won't think twice about killing someone's wife, because you won't even know it's wrong in the first place. Maybe... you'll end up like me. A hobo with a shotgun. I hope you can do better. You are the future.