So what your saying is fiction?Fiction is fiction no matter how its presented.
Hmmmm
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So what your saying is fiction?Fiction is fiction no matter how its presented.
Hmmmm
I don't mind being told I am going to some person's version of the afterlife I deserve.If hell isn't real then why do people get so offended when you tell them that's where they are heading?
Wow that’s some solid logic there! I’m converted.If hell isn't real then why do people get so offended when you tell them that's where they are heading?
Hhhmmmmm
Like the bible?Fiction is fiction no matter how its presented.
Hmmmm
Right! How could I forget? Don't forget to put theSpectacles, testicals, watch, and wallet
heh, when i was in 6th grade, my folks sent me off to the local Catholic school....where the first thing they do is trot you off to mass. not being Catholic, had no idea what was going on, so when all the kids lined up for communion, i could only do the same. apparently, taking communion when you are not Catholic is a mortal sin, so I basically committed a mortal sin within my first hour at Catholic school. and it was all downhill from there.I remember getting communion (it was sort of a big thing on one side of my family). I said "the body of christ" to the priest for my first ever wafer and he said "no, I'm supposed to say that"
One kid faked it and put it in his pocket, and bragged he was gonna take it home and put peanut butter on it. One of the sisters heard and made him eat it.
But yeah, kneel, stand, kneel, stand, sit, stand, sing, greet the person next to you, kneel... and I could never figure out htf to find whatever "page" they said to open. I hated church and still do but lots of religions are super interesting to read about, and their books are free.
Sometimes I see/experience things that make me certain of a "higher power." It might be a sunset in Tuolumne Meadows or, for example, this video fills me with that sense. I gave my students a photography assignment last week and introduced the lesson with this video.born a jew. havent stepped into a temple since i was bar mitzfah'd at 13. still believe in a higher power, but dont know exactly what that means..just faith theres something greater out there than us humans. the older i get - the more im interested in tradition though and I think if anyone can learn something from religion its that tradition is important amongst family and friends. I just dont need to do that with other people in a place of worship. i also think its lame when others try and push their beliefs on you and try and tell you thats the only way. fook all that
We are each so atomically numerous and so vigorously recycled at death that a significant number of our atoms—up to a billion for each of us, it has been suggested—probably once belonged to Shakespeare.I was your textbook edgy atheist until I ate too much fungi
Now I don't particularly believe in their being an omnificent being that passes judgement.
I do feel like some sort of our self is recycled into the metaphorical wave pool in the sky. Perhaps this is just a lie I say to comfort myself when faced with the proposition of a meaningless void. Or because there might not be a wave pool in the sky or an El Porto in the boiling cauldrons of Mark Price's Hydroflask Jeep Leader Inferno, our actions matter more than we could ever know, as they impact those we leave behind, whether that be our kin, or some random kook that was never told the correct way to wax his gravel stahp. So one day he can teach some kid how to properly wax his hover foil step down.