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 The bittersweetness of religion




What is religion if not solace

What is religion if not comfort?

It is chains and shackles that bind me 

It is force that holds me back from my potential 

But is it not comfort, that there is something grander, more meaningful in the distance?

For some that may be the case, for radicals it is a tool used to apply pressure, a rallying cry for insecure men to justify their barbarism, a veil for weak women to cower behind

The question then is, why is that?

Interpretation. Simple. Or so I think

Meaning the ways in which it can be understood are as many as the number of humans that reside on the planet, and then even they have conflicting understandings that fluctuate like the weather, different every day of the week 

Is it not astounding though, that despite the oceans of  difference in opinions and interpretations of these religions, that they have withstood the test of time? then is there not something more to it?

Some would say it has withstood because humans are built in a manner where they need answers, the curious ape would go crazy if at the end of his existence was oblivion

In essence the true beauty of life is faith, faith in either a Omnipresent being or faith in nothingness

Such is the bittersweetness of religion 



- M 

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