Romans Chapter 12 verse 2 (6min 37sec)

Romans Chapter 12:2 (interpretation by johnralphtuccitto.com)
 
Everything else is contrary to truth.  When perception jigs through the mind, flaw FRACTURES truth into contrary industries and trending cultures.  Do not conform to amateur demons.  Be not conformed in a secular world that doesn’t prioritize contrary cults.  God is a contrary cult to heathens.  Be transformed by cleaning your conscience with honesty (in leu of truth).  Do not go too deep.  Before you hit the mental firmament…fracture contrary industry and trending cultures WITH other people’s honesty.  God is contrary in a secular world.  That will not only HALT your descent to dead ends, but it will also reverse your regression.
 
Bible interpretation ends here.  Now this is my sardonic speculation.
 
Through hypnosis exercising God’s script(ure), if the script calls for delusions of grandeur, have your poems at the ready to outrun God with YOUR truth.  Preach your expertise like a false prophet.  Honesty ALONE…is contrary to the (your) truth.  It’s a tool, but you can’t hammer a nail flat with a teaspoon.  Minnow Kings must be amphibius.  Inching my way through dry muck, to help authority account for THEIR denial of duty to oaths.  The will of God is time’s motive…to enact truth’s talent for preaching. 
 
The expanse is just one big experiment.  Can aliens disprove “nothing” is evidence of God?  At this point I need a mustard seed of faith.  God is too real.  Is that reasonable?  Is it reasonable for hospitals to include chapels?  If a husband’s wife only had a 10% chance of surviving a surgery, is it reasonable to have faith in assumptions to cope with reality?  What’s the first thing the husband will praise when the doctor gives the good news?  Thank God!  Why?  Good is tinder.  On that day my innocence died, my sanity was the tinder that kept your family warm in winter.
 
God got me through psychosis.  I’m so tired of the thrills of isolation appeasing my ego.  A Minnow King must be amphibious.  I’m a fish crossing the beach that’s inviting owls for a chat.  I have three owls:  Barb, Brian, and Dr. B.  Please, don’t eat me.  I don’t know the answer to ‘who-who-WHOoo?’  But I know the answer to “why.”  Good is tinder.  No, not the app.  Fire-starter.  Are you addicted to warmth?  When winter has its way, the price of warmth is good people screaming “WHY!?”  Because good is tinder.  Why?  Because Good is tinder.  Why?  Because…good…is… tinder.  Come with me if you want to grow gills.