Ruined - E-book - ePub

In the beginning, God lived in my basement and I remember from when I was three years old, at most, even though someone told me once, "Aw you were too young to remember anything at that age." This is the consensus. No. I remember because it is something you don't forget being in a house with God in the basement. People are told to look up for God and this seems to be a major deception throwing everybody off the trail.
I say from personal experience I didn't look up, instead, I crawled down wooden steps to the basement. And there I sat across the room staring at him, in my infancy, of course. The pure infant me relates this in the face of a lot of literary directives from high-minded sources, raising the need to discuss things I have read through the years, including the Holy Bible, a book with a long history containing intense mystery.
Okay, enough about that leading people to ruin.  145 Pages