been assisting to loads of talk about religious issues lately. quoting live, 'heard a lot of talk about this jesus'... i am not what you would call a religious person. but i admire that man for what he preached; i think he was ages ahead of his fellow men and it pains me to say: i find him ages ahead of us still. a message so simple and so beautiful lost in a sea of interpretations, tortured, ruptured and divided among avid men, desecrated by petty ambitions and twisted human perceptions. that man was willing to die believing in love. we are willing to kill in the name of it. funny, huh?i look at people arguing day in day out whether god is called yahwe or allah, whether one is allowed to eat meat or not, whether god is one or three persons and other aberrations i don't even care to remember... and to crown this monument of stupidity and self-infatuation: each is willing to decree his denomination as the ultimate true religion, each is the one and only bearer of belief in the one and only true god... like... how vain can a believer be to claim to posses god? and how vain a non-believer to deny his existence?
i am not a proper believer... i believe in something or someone, a creator, if you will. and i believe those happy who can establish a connection to their creator, who can feel his presence, if they perceive it as love. (i believe them tormented souls if they perceive a presence they revere in fear). i cannot feel him. i can see him looking at the sunset or watching the design of a leaf, i can hear him listening to birds sing or children laugh (even though i am not a fan of children).
but i cannot feel him with me or within me, not
as a distinct someone. and yet i believe he (or maybe she...) talks to me directly when i watch all these things, in a manner that trancends language and beliefs, that goes beyond words and beyond what my mortal mind can contain. more than that: i believe that if i sit tranquill and talk to my self, my real inner self (listen to my heart or heed the voice of conscience in my head or whatever you wish to call it), a real private chat, no shows put up in public congregations - i believe i am talking to a god then, to that spark of life (s)he put inside this hull of flesh.because it is only then when i am forced, sometimes against my will, to acknowledge my own worth and rise above the mud and the mire i've been wallowing in. how vain is that?!?!
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Sometimes God asks us to be more and sometime in the tranformation required to be able to do more we are left alone... This is a time of great unease this is The Dark Night of the Soul.
you and i share a simmmilar belief in god... and i'm just as selfish and just as sorry about it and just as not-doing-somethig-about-it... not that one can make oneself believe cause that's impossible...
but i do think i am one lucky d.o.b. (if not b.... :P)... and some people might call that god
personally, at this moment in my life, i don't feel like i need to make any chance about it. :0)
i don't have a better option, even though i'd like to be more assured of some things. can't go brainwash myself. i'll keep being weird. believing chairs have dreams and talking to dragons in my mind ;)
As good as religion is for some people, it seems to cause a lot of problems in the world and causes a lot of people to not get along.
Would the the world be a better place without religion.. who knows??
yeah, borders and religion have caused a lot of trouble historically speaking.
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