Thanking Religion?

The idea of a God, and the lack of one, has been vital to my intellectual prosperity; to understand this occurrence one must look at my upbringing. In the early years of my childhood my parents were lenient when it came to matters regarding religion. However this suddenly changed about the time I was nine; by going to church my parents had initiated an impregnation of our home with religious dogma, from the ubiquitous holy imagery to the constant religious visitors. My environment was being enthralled with religion.

The predicament with this is that religion has this intellectual restrictive property; that limits the range of one's ken greatly. Let me explain. Belief requires a sort of surmising that borders on the insane. In the realm of belief God is all-knowing, and the bible is the source of all truth. This leads to great limitations in education, for if the bible contains all truth what is the point of exploration. Why go to school or do research if you could just stay home and read the bible or any other holy text. This was the type of thinking inflicting my mind, and I was happily ignorant of this for five years.     

Richard Dawkins abruptly stopped this period of complete ignorance one evening as I was reading his book called The God Delusion. Prior to this act of religious defiance one must get a feeling of the atmosphere leading up to this one moment. During this time I was exploring new areas of knowledge that were considered taboo to my religion. I was learning about the germ theory, big bang theory, and the evolution theory; ideas and concepts that labeled me an iconoclast to my community. However I kept on learning because these ideas were expanding my ken to new reaches that my religion could not and would not do. Furthermore, this new-found intellectual freedom catalyzed a hunger for more knowledge that persists to this very day. In this regard I find myself thanking religion for truly awakening the scholar in me.

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Glisten of Chastity

                                    Glisten of Chastity

   The whore lies in the bed bleeding. She weeps quietly there alone. Clouds edge up against the side of the bed and lift her to the cool winter night.

"Come let me see your face. Look into the dark splats of beauty in your eyes"

She raises her head to the blinding voices. Red pouring to the ground. The streets look weak from this hieght.

"What fair star fell beneath your skin that you had a crystal spark? Look at this figure before your eyes, it is your being."

                                                     
                                                       -Silence-

Cool winds pass giving a warm arousing sensation. She looks to the side to where the Earth has made its distance.The moon erupts suddenly into the sky with a silhouette figure descending

"You have darken your flesh. Here I am"

He moves smoothly onto her body onto the slit in her legs from which she bleeds.

"Let me taste the blood of which your soul has become."

His tongue moves over it. She looks onto the figure of whom remains silhouettte.

"There it is. The hallow black that fills your voids."

He plunges his arm deep in her abyss launching roars of groans. Tears floods here eyes. Hands clenched on the sheets she screeams.

"Here, bare witness to what was yor demise"

He holds it to her face as she begins to cry a broken cry. Blood now rushing out from her.

"You once told me you loved me. You once told me you glisten in glee for me, but you fell in his rage. You now bleed his blood!"

The river runs dry. No more blood. From the sky he gestures his hand as though grasping its infinity. With a whiten glow he places it against her chest . He cuts at his wrist bleeding.

"Here now, I give you life"

She awakes to his face.

"I want to love you" - She

He grasps her thighs and burrys deep with a rhymic beat. Moans fill the air.

"Taste the light that you crave inside you."

She embraces it fully, kneeling before his legs, bobbing her head.

"Eat now for you had hunger for life, you lost it in your demise."

The moon spills onto the bed molding into a chalice. He releases his flow onto it.

"Drink for it will brighten your soul."

She grabs the chalice pouring the smooth white liquid into her.

"Look into my eyes. I now proclaim you free of what you were, here now is light."



"Do you love me?"

"Yes"- She

He grabs her breast squeezing them until she screamed.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes"- She

He claps his hands an fire spit onto her body, burning.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes"- She

He snaps his fingers and a thousand arrows pierce her flesh.

"Do you love me?

PAIN, SCREAMS

"Yes"-She

He placed a blade in her palm directing it to his chest.

"Stab me if you do not."

"I do, I do love you."

He looks into her eyes and smiles .
He sings.
The skies melt onto the bed drowning her,as he flies away......air.....come..........back..........












She awakes into a soft silk bed. The room nicely painted. Floor coated in marble tiles. She gets up, opens the door and sees.....

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Thoughts From A Nobody

 Our world is continually going through a repetitive metamorphosis; 200 years ago we had barely conquered the means of using electricity, yet here we are conquerors of the digital age. What lead to these inconceivable alterations in human history? In my opinion, we owe all of this gradual progression to the great thinkers who innovate and invent. This leads me to wonder, where am I in this maelstrom of new trendsetters? Progression is not going to stop and new catalysts are needed to lead the new millennium into grandeur.

 The human mind is a mutable entity that embodies inconsistency to the fullest. However this tendencies to change is not a faux pas in part of the evolutionary process, but an endowment in some sorts. Due to this attribute we are able to always dream and aspire for betterment in our society because we know we are capable of it. Once we see the extent of our abilities we get a bit greedy and want more. Bigger skyscrapers, faster production, better technology, yet in this fuss we taint our gains. Ultimately, ironically, undoing the progression, yet we move forward; we are truly a comical being. 

This leads me to the internal impasse that inspires this post. Where am I in this maelstrom of new trendsetters? I see the news, the internet, the ever disappearing newspapers blasting into my face the accolades of these new age prodigies. There unlikely triumph over adversity, only strengthening their labels as scholars. These ambition that I have, are they unwarranted? I feel a sense of worthlessness when I think of the workaday contribution I have, and potentially will continue to have, on our society. Is it wrong that I want to do something to ameliorate the problems facing our world?

Are these feelings just fueled by personal gain? Is it that I want to be the center of attention, I want to be recognize, I want people to be proud of me? These are all things that I desire, but are they the sole reason I want to do good? And could this self-interest motivate not only my reasons to be good, but motivate the good we see in all human beings? This sensation of inadequacy still looms over me like a dark cloud; writing this post is almost as insignificant as my complaint. I am not sure if I will or will not make a contribution to the human race. But why must I feel bad about it?  

-Superbia et Occupatio

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