Really, the amount of time required to clean up all of the mental crud I’ve collected since Junior High is quite astounding. The more shit I shovel out of my brain and replace with thoughts about God and Love and Jesus, the more thoughts seem to flow in that are anything remotely Christian.
Why am I so susceptible to such careening madness? Probably because I opened myself up to the “universe” in a bid to increase my knowledge and capacity to have empathy for others.
The downside of trying to always be in a purge mode is that I rarely receive much of anything that could be described as inspiration for writing. Maybe this is for the best, that I am not writing just anything and everything. Maybe because I am writing mostly nothing, I am keeping the world of the collective psyche less polluted.