What if that whole Jesus thought experiment was as wrong as Santa Claus or the seven dwarfs.
I wouldn’t say they hold zero value. I wouldn’t say that their monopoly on truth is correct.
What if I was worthy?
Not worth(less).
What if I was a believer?
In myself — instead of the son of man.
What if I had some deep inner purpose that only I could figure out by diving deep? What if finding ones meaning to life is like swimming up to the surface with a chunk of gold?
What if I had value?
That ran inside my veins
Not some gore show
streaming out of a man.
What if was goddess over my own life?
What would that tell me about those
Who have a father in the sky?