Jesus is born. Was born. This guy with a beard and blue eyes, hanging out with the people. 

I was thinking whether or not he lived, or existed. But what is the difference? A story, or a principle or a fleshy man, what difference does it make? The story or principle or man itself (without the circumstantial story part) is a positive one. Is beautiful. Is loving. Is supportive. Christmas is (supposed to be) celebrating this “principle”. In opposition to what I have thought before about Christianity and Christmas, and that being a religiously delirious idea which brings tradition and the modern view of it in a melange of a plastic smile over stressing consumerism and love as a shallow possessive feeling. 

A mixture of beauty and peace and love with a totally contrary manifestation of the same idea. Is it not how the world functions today? 

I wish you all happy happy holidays. And much much love and light and beauty and understanding in your lives.