Fade to black

 I can't compete. I don't think this of me. It is what I think.

What is me, the real me.

Is that I don't care if the world sees me.

What I care about is knowing.

Knowing the difference for what is not a justification for caring.

I care. A lot.

And if I say anything is it because I care mostly more than some people do.

I say, 'yes'.

Yes, I can say I care more than you.

And it is because of this spirit, this free spirit of mine.

This nature of (what is).

What is, Marco.

(end)

Part II

The injustices, the prejudices about who I am compared to what is. I fear none of it. I fear - only god.

Let god. God decide who between your bitter rival and yourself is the better choice.

I fear nothing.

Not now. Not ever.

Part III

That is the greatest thing about, me.

That it is precisely because I care, that the caring never goes away.

And yet, (you know the type) the kind of people that care the most.

Get taken advantage of.

That is not, however, a weakness.

You see the confusion? (my confusion is.)

The source of being liked for who I am and what is.

That's where the final answer is.

The answer to god's purpose in this is.

I know for a fact that god made me to care about things I can't control.

And this is how I will die.

Part IV (epilogue)

And in this Shakespearean dichotomy (if you are still reading. . .)

is to be the example you crave.

Do not confuse being as an example.

Commit yourself to you. To you and you only, Marco.

Marco, my child.

This is why god sees you, because you care more than most.

(Most that do, do not know the difference.) And this is, more powerful than your relationship to god.

To care about those things that most of those - those that do not. Everyone knows this about you. Think about it.

That time you believed and than had it taken away from you. For a second - for if even a second in time, that you had god renounce you for it The moment you believed in something less than god. Where does this leave you.

It elevates my thoughts about other people and what they are missing because it is me who lost their sense of becoming. And then you realize that the sense of being, is found.

Found in your most intimate secret. A secret you never had until now.

And that is god in me.

(Because I care.)

But, because I have failed god and I probably will so many time more.

I always go back to god.

(And that is how I care.)

Because most people don't know why.

Faith is my greatest of assets.

And this is why I am blind.

Until the day I see.

- Marco