a lowercase wor(l)d

this morning i know life is a mistake; of the kind they wrote about in the bible with figurative characters like  angels and devils, men and women, different unknown beings happening to be on the same level, dimension or "world"... an organic mistake, like a wish too huge, a will too strong, too violent, that became "real" in the illusion of this matter... flesh and blood, the very same desire sinking the human spirit -or soul, or psyche- in the sensual world could actually be the same that sank us to the bottom of the sky in a possible past, at the beginning of this possible "time"... the "magic" of life... guess the popularity of the bible and the mono-god comes from its focusing the "divinity" in a single, external subject, which brings to our actual selfishness.. of course, that is the greatest swindle ever conceived by the human mind; to transform our inner reality into myths and legends, to avoid the very same truth that could reveal us all of the mysteries and secrets, to forbid real peace and harmony.
we all are one yet She is amongst us; She gave birth to all of us; she divided us in small, feeble, fuzzy particles, tadpoles of flesh in an ocean of blood; a crazy, grave, sick dream that is here, now.
while the veil of maya is a well known reality in the eastern tradition, there is something about She even in the confused/confusing, highly deceptive jewish writings, we all know that; while we're able to recognize just only something of her fault. in a way, we're also able to recognize the reality of a "god" so as the one of a "devil", beyond the deception of our own ape-like being, and beyond the falseness of every single word.
all is Magic but She is the Magic at the bottom of the skies, She's the doer; the living truth; that is, nothing.
i think we're here and now to understand this mistake; to reveal ourselves our real nature beyond the boundaries she set on earth for all of her bastard children; you could kill women or screw them for as long as you like, until they arrest you, or they marry you; nobody will really care, in the end, if you end up in a jail or in your own house... it won't make a great difference indeed; you just followed your instinct, in either ways.
i am not.
i am doing my morning post.
i am still playing my own game, writing my own wor(l)d.