lately I think...we did not create ourselves, so we are indebted to humanity; to, through realizing our own goodness, give back to the best of our ability. This - finding and knowing the god within and sharing it - is happiness.
the guy that got me thinking was aldous huxley in brave new world:
'we are not our own any more than what we possess is our own. we did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. we are not our own masters. we are god's property. is it not our happiness thus to view the matter? is it any happiness or any comfort, to consider that we are our own? it may be thought so by the young and prosperous. these may think it is a great thing to have everything, as they suppose, their own way - to depend on no one - to have to think of nothing out of sight, to be without irksomeness of continual acknowledgment, continual prayer, continual reference of what they do to the will of another. but as time goes on, they, as all men, will find that independence was not made for man - that it is an unnatural state - will do for a while, but will not carry us on safely to the end."
thanks hux, for throwing a baseball through my current smeary fuck-the-world window. ah well, didn't really need any glass blocking me from the breezy view, anyway.