Why does the unbeliever baffle so many of the religious? Is it so difficult to accept and appreciate life simply for what it is – with no specific explanation?
How much more mysterious and majestic this universe is without an exegesis! What an incredible lottery we have won! It’s awesome to be part of such unprecedented fortune and to be more than just a pawn in some deity‘s scheme.
Heaven is not a distant place we only experience with our demise. Paradise is here on earth. It is the smell of brewing coffee, newly cut hay or sweet potato pies in the oven. It is the feel of a mimosa flower brushed across the nose, the soothing hum of a purring kitten or in the rush of sledding downhill. Bliss is in the glitter of campfires, in uncontrollable laughter and in the serene land of early morning fog.
Death is merely a natural process in which our bodies nourish that which continues to live. There is no "weeping and gnashing of teeth," no "fire and brimstone," no eternal Hell to suffer in. It can even be the peace or the end of pain that some so desperately seek.
Even so, the dissenter of doctrine lives on. The freethinker is embodied in the eyes, hands and minds of children. The spirit of the sectarian will continue to thrive in those who enjoy life - simply for what it is.
"We gaze up at the same stars, the sky covers us all, the same universe encompasses us. What does it matter what practical system we adopt in our search for the truth? Not by one avenue alone can we arrive at so tremendous a secret."
Symmachus, 384 C.E.
How much more mysterious and majestic this universe is without an exegesis! What an incredible lottery we have won! It’s awesome to be part of such unprecedented fortune and to be more than just a pawn in some deity‘s scheme.
Heaven is not a distant place we only experience with our demise. Paradise is here on earth. It is the smell of brewing coffee, newly cut hay or sweet potato pies in the oven. It is the feel of a mimosa flower brushed across the nose, the soothing hum of a purring kitten or in the rush of sledding downhill. Bliss is in the glitter of campfires, in uncontrollable laughter and in the serene land of early morning fog.
Death is merely a natural process in which our bodies nourish that which continues to live. There is no "weeping and gnashing of teeth," no "fire and brimstone," no eternal Hell to suffer in. It can even be the peace or the end of pain that some so desperately seek.
Even so, the dissenter of doctrine lives on. The freethinker is embodied in the eyes, hands and minds of children. The spirit of the sectarian will continue to thrive in those who enjoy life - simply for what it is.
"We gaze up at the same stars, the sky covers us all, the same universe encompasses us. What does it matter what practical system we adopt in our search for the truth? Not by one avenue alone can we arrive at so tremendous a secret."
Symmachus, 384 C.E.
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