The frailty of men, the mental frailty of homosapiens dictates that for the successful, progressive survival of the individual, or masses one must resolve to reason and in so doing conclude in an attempt to raise a god.
This is fostered on a large scale giving rise to religion, building materials of sort on which much of our society stands, granting formidable power to those who hide behind the tapestry woven by religion. But there are yet heretics, those straying from the long fostered norms.
Those idolatrous worshipers, those who pay sacred homage to those things below the heavens yet above ones own individual self. Self adjudged individuals living in a phantom existence with a PHYSICAL manifestation of their god.
I am among them…
Finding myself cast in a perverse yet mythical existence a fairytale reversed, a nightmare born.
Despondent it is not, fallen not from heights to that so low yet it is alas dolour beyond all perceived and presently believed existing mental capacities I contain. But as yet, pathos being my existence I will emerge as I have yet already.
And from this perceived tragedy my god is born. From a tragic beginning will emerge a sacred end. Be it my end, for a sacramental of life is too know; to know belief, defend belief, live for belief, and above all, beyond all DIE for belief.
Belief writ with blood far beyond the volume of mere ink filling countless vials spanning the divides of time and space. Held resolute throughout eons of time, filling in when the soul, the will of man lacked. Then belief held humanities head aloft, providing support for us in our weakened state.
To this belief I pay homage, and swear in all sincerity to hold resolutely to that belief which so defended my kin, my very existence and doth still.
I swear upon the precepts divine to that which propels mankind in all accomplishments, all deeds described as noble of heart, soul and mind. Deeds that give no self-gratification to the corrupted individual I call self.
This belief is erroneously interpreted and propagated through all social norms of society, and largely engorged on human lust and passionless desire. The true desires of this belief supersedes all and often cannot be abated, controlled or channelled though painful in all but the fewest true extremities.
And thou truly embracing the belief hidden in desires leads solely to a gaily embalmed sarcophagus of morals, belief, and passions. To embrace the belief there may yet come the desire, but yet not and so remains belief.
Such is LOVE!
For Love is the belief, read again the previous text substituting the word belief for love.
This is fostered on a large scale giving rise to religion, building materials of sort on which much of our society stands, granting formidable power to those who hide behind the tapestry woven by religion. But there are yet heretics, those straying from the long fostered norms.
Those idolatrous worshipers, those who pay sacred homage to those things below the heavens yet above ones own individual self. Self adjudged individuals living in a phantom existence with a PHYSICAL manifestation of their god.
I am among them…
Finding myself cast in a perverse yet mythical existence a fairytale reversed, a nightmare born.
Despondent it is not, fallen not from heights to that so low yet it is alas dolour beyond all perceived and presently believed existing mental capacities I contain. But as yet, pathos being my existence I will emerge as I have yet already.
And from this perceived tragedy my god is born. From a tragic beginning will emerge a sacred end. Be it my end, for a sacramental of life is too know; to know belief, defend belief, live for belief, and above all, beyond all DIE for belief.
Belief writ with blood far beyond the volume of mere ink filling countless vials spanning the divides of time and space. Held resolute throughout eons of time, filling in when the soul, the will of man lacked. Then belief held humanities head aloft, providing support for us in our weakened state.
To this belief I pay homage, and swear in all sincerity to hold resolutely to that belief which so defended my kin, my very existence and doth still.
I swear upon the precepts divine to that which propels mankind in all accomplishments, all deeds described as noble of heart, soul and mind. Deeds that give no self-gratification to the corrupted individual I call self.
This belief is erroneously interpreted and propagated through all social norms of society, and largely engorged on human lust and passionless desire. The true desires of this belief supersedes all and often cannot be abated, controlled or channelled though painful in all but the fewest true extremities.
And thou truly embracing the belief hidden in desires leads solely to a gaily embalmed sarcophagus of morals, belief, and passions. To embrace the belief there may yet come the desire, but yet not and so remains belief.
Such is LOVE!
For Love is the belief, read again the previous text substituting the word belief for love.
And love doth cast its oft dark pall over all of our lives, dictating our actions, oft merging into the form of gods.
As i hold my god, a physical manifestation of love I am repulsed that love is coined in madness.
What have you drawn and concluded from the above?
I the writer of the above writ doth have my concepts and conclusions but alas what do you the one who so reads draw in conclusion?
Must I so conclude the above posting? Or shall I leave the mind of man/women to so run wild in abandon as a bull in a china shop, I will facilitate your mental capacities and conclude for your sanity and mine.
There are those exhibiting unbridled passion of one so intoxicated in belief, in love.
For love is all that I yet remain to strive for, I acknowledge my existence bases solely upon its manifestation... my god(no capitals)
What have you drawn and concluded from the above?
I the writer of the above writ doth have my concepts and conclusions but alas what do you the one who so reads draw in conclusion?
Must I so conclude the above posting? Or shall I leave the mind of man/women to so run wild in abandon as a bull in a china shop, I will facilitate your mental capacities and conclude for your sanity and mine.
There are those exhibiting unbridled passion of one so intoxicated in belief, in love.
For love is all that I yet remain to strive for, I acknowledge my existence bases solely upon its manifestation... my god(no capitals)
And there are us ALL who lust, we desire. But not through belief, we are driven by lustful demands of body and flesh. I abhor these when they attempt to allude that belief and their ‘love’ are one and the same. For it is not it is lust, I will openly confess to demands of body and desires yet never allude them the sacramental heights of love.
And this love I strive to retain is my god, for God is love. The purest manifestation of love held sacred by I is my god…
And this love I strive to retain is my god, for God is love. The purest manifestation of love held sacred by I is my god…
My God
