What is it?
The fact that I haven’t figured “it” out, at the ripe, young age of fifty-two, is beginning to bother me. I mean, I’m pretty sure that the big man upstairs has got something to with “it”, because I have felt “it” in my inner soul.
I know one thing—things and money are not “it”, as much as they would have us believe. Objects, including all forms of media, cash, corporations, and drugs, but for a few, are not alive, so they cannot be “it”.
Church is not “it”, though I have felt “it” there; just not enough to persuade me back to what, same as work, school, and Facebook, are just personality contests in disguise. I don’t mean to be “cliché”, but I’m not “religious”, I’m “spiritual”. There could be a clue there. Isn’t that an “it” I see there, in the word spir”it”ual? Could this be the “it” that I’m looking for?
I know that my wife and my children have something to do with “it” because when I look into their eyes, I see “it”.
I have tried to find “it” in books, well, in books like It, but, as good as he is, I bet King hasn’t found “it”.
There’s the Illuminati, the Anunnaki, and Old Milwaukee; could these be “it”? I’ve searched in the latter, and thought I had found “it”, but “it” was gone the next day, replaced by more obstacles, blocking the way. As for the first two, I suppose there could be something there, but if either, or both, of those things are real, we had all better beware.
I’ve even heard that the Earth is not round, but flat, or that we are living in a cage, like some aliens’ lab rat. No, we are in a simulation, no, the Matrix, no, a parallel world. I can only believe what I feel in my gut, and though that gut is now buried in my gluttonous food affair, to this day, to this moment, I can still feel it there.
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