#11101 ·
If a guy grabs a sword and heads abroad with his neighbors to chop heads, people blame his religion. If he picks up a sword and goes solo to slaughter his neighbors of a different faith, they call him crazy. If he grabs a Bible and flies to Africa to feed starving kids, it’s his religion getting the credit. But if he does the exact same thing without mentioning his church—still with that Bible tucked under his arm—suddenly it's just "his good nature."
God, if anything exists, is just dead tired. Tired of a man finding strength in a crowd just to be weak. Sure, community serves a purpose, but mostly it's just a way for people to live off their flaws while pretending to die for an ideal. Most days, we're just hungry and thirsty. That's about it. Life is long and there aren't any shortcuts, which makes us long too. Our plate and our glass are just as deep as our souls. Water, food, sun, and love—those are the cures for death. Religion, politics, money, and tech? Just shadows. We argue over them because we can't see them clearly, and we can't see them because the sun is right in our eyes, casting those shadows behind us. Love wins in the end because there's no power in it. Power loses because there's no love in it. A group without love is just a power trip, and power is just a mirror for fear. Every civilization ever built starts from the storm clouds people whip up when they stop looking for love. When those clouds of ego finally break, every civilization ends up as nothing more than a puddle of tears drying in the sun.
God, if anything exists, is just dead tired. Tired of a man finding strength in a crowd just to be weak. Sure, community serves a purpose, but mostly it's just a way for people to live off their flaws while pretending to die for an ideal. Most days, we're just hungry and thirsty. That's about it. Life is long and there aren't any shortcuts, which makes us long too. Our plate and our glass are just as deep as our souls. Water, food, sun, and love—those are the cures for death. Religion, politics, money, and tech? Just shadows. We argue over them because we can't see them clearly, and we can't see them because the sun is right in our eyes, casting those shadows behind us. Love wins in the end because there's no power in it. Power loses because there's no love in it. A group without love is just a power trip, and power is just a mirror for fear. Every civilization ever built starts from the storm clouds people whip up when they stop looking for love. When those clouds of ego finally break, every civilization ends up as nothing more than a puddle of tears drying in the sun.