Religion is primitive:
the unsophisticated pouring
of one’s total ambition into a
belief system imposed upon themselves by others.
Of course it is natural to wonder about
meanings,
purposes,
greater pictures than the visible.
But to supplant that wonder
with blind unabashed faith
in that which has been
purported,
reported,
recorded,
distorted
by man:
a book.
I cannot partake.
I cannot relate.
I cannot take it.
I cannot condone it.
Though the principles may be sound
and just
and civilized,
the methods are to be abhorred.
The imposition of one’s will
one’s narcissistic belief
that there is no other way
than their own
to achieve that which
attempts to answer those
preponderant questions
of wonder,
of what is beyond
the greater picture
of what is visible.
But, to supplant that
and impose that;
there can be no right or wrong.
Belief is belief,
but the imposition of belief
upon others?
The evangelical establishment:
a cause of more
and bloodier wars
than any misunderstanding,
than I can explain.
I’ll take that ugly forced religion,
that primitive basal
and hedonistic belief
that paradise and immortality
can be found
through a book
to be inspired or in awe of
some great and noble man,
is one thing.
To have blind faith that that
great and noble man
can take and turn
and change a world
is a false belief that
he is the only
conduit of that change.
The faithful,
the evangelical:
closed minds;
primitive faith.
The faithful,
the evangelical:
wrong.
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