Sitting on the edge of my mind watching the world slowly crawl by as if dying. The failure of man is more evident with each passing day, yet I find myself with the desire to make things right again. Its an impossible task, one I know will exhaust me in its futility, yet still I hope.
Each time I read another story, all it seems to offer me is yet another sad taste of the wasted mind and life. Yet my joy is not diminished. Among all the evil that would cloud my judgment, and bring me to the point of simple hatred and rage, I find myself more calm, more collected, and happier than ever.
I now question everything I hear. Not because I can't trust people, but rather, I won't trust someone I don't know personally. From simple lies, to the deceitful truth: is there no end?
Religion and politics, the best and the worst of our world slowly wrapping themselves in each other until, at last, religion is just the bastard child of politics, and God is just a name used to invoke hatred - the irony ozzes from the wound of festering evil.
This is part of the reason why I'll never forget the quote, "religion is opium to the masses." A brilliant line if ever I heard one. Religion is the dope, and government is the pusher.
I should be more upset by these thoughts and revelations, yet I'm not. I've resigned my thoughts to the fact that the human race cannot be saved from itself, only those of strong enough mind can escape the bonds of the pushers and the users.
I find it amusing, considering my lifestyle, that I would equate religion with drug use, and look down upon it. It is hypocrisy, or does that not apply since it is an analogy? Or do I avoid the hypocrisy by my acknowledgement of what I do, and the reasons I do it? Or am I simply justifying.
While I believe I am not justifying, one must always question their motives and reasons for their beliefs. Faith is a great quality to have, but it must be placed in that which is not already broken.
To love is to live, to hate is to already be dead inside.
-Aaron
Each time I read another story, all it seems to offer me is yet another sad taste of the wasted mind and life. Yet my joy is not diminished. Among all the evil that would cloud my judgment, and bring me to the point of simple hatred and rage, I find myself more calm, more collected, and happier than ever.
I now question everything I hear. Not because I can't trust people, but rather, I won't trust someone I don't know personally. From simple lies, to the deceitful truth: is there no end?
Religion and politics, the best and the worst of our world slowly wrapping themselves in each other until, at last, religion is just the bastard child of politics, and God is just a name used to invoke hatred - the irony ozzes from the wound of festering evil.
This is part of the reason why I'll never forget the quote, "religion is opium to the masses." A brilliant line if ever I heard one. Religion is the dope, and government is the pusher.
I should be more upset by these thoughts and revelations, yet I'm not. I've resigned my thoughts to the fact that the human race cannot be saved from itself, only those of strong enough mind can escape the bonds of the pushers and the users.
I find it amusing, considering my lifestyle, that I would equate religion with drug use, and look down upon it. It is hypocrisy, or does that not apply since it is an analogy? Or do I avoid the hypocrisy by my acknowledgement of what I do, and the reasons I do it? Or am I simply justifying.
While I believe I am not justifying, one must always question their motives and reasons for their beliefs. Faith is a great quality to have, but it must be placed in that which is not already broken.
To love is to live, to hate is to already be dead inside.
-Aaron