⚡️ I Don’t Worship a God. I Interrogate It.

Do I believe in a sky daddy?
No.

I don’t believe there’s a bearded genie in the ether, tossing miracles and plagues like cosmic confetti.
I don’t believe in a divine landlord who blesses lotto winners while letting kids starve in caves.
And I definitely don’t believe in worship through fear.

But do I believe in the concept of a God?

Yeah.
I’m human.

That word is embedded in our DNA like a spiritual default setting.

But what it means?
That’s the paradox.

It’s not a man.
It’s not a throne.
It’s not a book club with gold streets and gendered clouds.

⚡️ I Believe in Power

I believe in something.

A force.
A structure.
A vibration.
A pattern so complex it looks like randomness until you zoom out.

Even my definition of “nothing” is powerful.

There is no true nothing. There’s only “undetected.”

The unknown isn’t empty. It’s just outside your filter.

I don’t worship.
I don’t kneel.
But I will sit at the cosmic table and ask too many damn questions.

Because if God is out there, they better bring receipts.

🧬 My DNA Evolved Past Worship

I’m not a puppet.
Not a servant.
Not a sinner playing spiritual Simon Says.

If there’s a god, I’m one with it.

Not its slave.
Not its chew toy.
Not its lightning rod for suffering.

I tapped into something religious people would call blasphemy.

Cool.

Because blasphemy is just unauthorized divinity in the wrong hands.

I don’t want to follow God.
I want to find it.
Dissect it.
Question it.
Interrogate its energy.
Extract the formula if I can.

And you know where I’m starting?

The gluons.
The sticky particles that hold the universe together.

Because maybe God isn’t up there.
Maybe it’s in the bonds between things.

And maybe I’m already holding a piece of it.