Sometimes, I close my eyes and dream.
I dream of a happy world.
A happy world with bunnies.
A happy world with flowers.
A happy world with peace.
A happy world with love and hope.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and wish. I wish for a brighter world. A brighter world with colour. A brighter world with freedom. A bright world, free of oppression. A brighter world with vibrancy and life.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and see. I see the horror of this world. A horror that is dark and insidious. A horror that encroaches on our every thought. A horror that steeps all in bloodshed and hate. A horrible world, marred by the fist of death.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and think. I think to myself: why? Why such a miserable place? Why is there no Eden? Why is hope a futile aspiration? Why?
And sometimes? Sometimes I see why. I can see it clearly.
Religion.
Religion, this promise of glory, of splendour and salutations, of paradise and plenty, of freedom and friendship it is choking us.
Choking.
People must concern themselves with living. They must not think of their death. They must forget the divisions of theology. They must look forward to a new age. A new age where we are free to grow according to our own wishes. According to our own vision.
While there is a hope of a happy eternity, are we bothered about the Earth? Are we bothered about the bunnies? are we concerned about each other?
No.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and wish. I wish for a brighter world. A brighter world with colour. A brighter world with freedom. A bright world, free of oppression. A brighter world with vibrancy and life.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and see. I see the horror of this world. A horror that is dark and insidious. A horror that encroaches on our every thought. A horror that steeps all in bloodshed and hate. A horrible world, marred by the fist of death.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and think. I think to myself: why? Why such a miserable place? Why is there no Eden? Why is hope a futile aspiration? Why?
And sometimes? Sometimes I see why. I can see it clearly.
Religion.
Religion, this promise of glory, of splendour and salutations, of paradise and plenty, of freedom and friendship it is choking us.
Choking.
People must concern themselves with living. They must not think of their death. They must forget the divisions of theology. They must look forward to a new age. A new age where we are free to grow according to our own wishes. According to our own vision.
While there is a hope of a happy eternity, are we bothered about the Earth? Are we bothered about the bunnies? are we concerned about each other?
No.