the more i understand what faith is all about, the more i wish the word faith could be put to rest for a thousand years or more so we could get rid of all the misassociations bagged along with it. like the pink floyd lyrics "set the controls for the heart of the sun", faith is like setting your controls for total open-mindedness to follow the truth wherever it is this will simultaneously destroy your preconceptions on either end of the spectrum, whether you're predisposed to fundamentalism or skepticism see, an agnostic, one who claims no belief on reality, will most often turn out to be a clevely self-deceptive man. they claim that they're suspending beliefs, yet all their conditionings play themselves out according to nature the same way a fundamentalists would. if an agnostic could really practice what he preached, he would have to surrender the security he has placed in his identity as a skeptic. i think fundamentalists are right in the heart in one way, in desiring eternal life, and i think there's some sanity in this wish. but the way a fundamentalist copes with this totally natural desire is also deceptive. unfortunately, their emotional predisposition to clinging to the idea of certainty in an after-life is pretty much what the every day mundane joe would agree exemplifies "faith". i don't think so. have any of you ever seen Jesus Christ Super Star? you know how all of His followers jump on the bandwagon with this wildly fanatic dance singing "Christ you know i love you! can't you see my way? i believe in you and God so tell me that i'm saved!" and an apostle jumps in and tries to persway Christ into using this zeal as a way to fight and regain Jerusalem... that's exactly the kind of psuedo-faith of which i'm talking about. it's like there's a burden that the fundie has because he's ankoring his desire for eternal life down with a natural emotional anxiety of his finitude by making it concrete with certitude that there is an after-life. meanwhile, i think the skeptic sort of squelches his natural desire for eternal life by getting all tangled up with security in the scientific method being the end-all of an open-mind. i'm reminded of Mary Mag singing in Jesus Christ Super Star "everything's all right, NOW, yes, evreything's fine. and i want you to sleep well tonight. close your eyes close your eyes and relax -think of nothing tonight" - to me, i think this soothesaying song is exemplifies what Christian faith is about, which wasn't what the follower's thought - taking refuge in the idea that one day they'd have a home in jerusalem or that they're going to live in this wonderful afterlife, but rather the immediate power to be this loving communal family like unit right here in the moment destroys the anxiety created by an emotional need for security in the future. i think the skeptic sort of loses passion, hope for the future, and can be a dangerous drug-user. i think the more you blow your brains out with lsd to feel these deeper states of sensuality, the more you have to exploit your sensory aparatus in the future and the less sensitive they function. whatever it is, raves and ecstasy and flickering light shows and screensavers frizzle frazzles your nerves. sex, sex, sex. begins to rob your soul of its precious sensuousness. but you better get it now, cuz you might not ever get it again, yet you can't really enjoy it without at least having a good lead on ankoring it down in the future... and it's like the fuckin' phone is ringing in the back of your head all the time.
the fundie drug user goes schizo, man, astral vibes gone lalala.... where the skeptics flame gets extinguished the fundies flame starts a forest fire. and you can tell the total fuckin' mess some of these shroomerites wind up in. the total tongue and anus off the wall nonsense kicks they get on. total waste of space.
it's like the difference between never being able to get laid, being impotent when at "the moment of crisis" or prematurely ejaculating.
or first there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
there's the fundie/skeptics, then there is the druggy fundie/skeptics - what's next? better bow your head and think gracious....
i guess i've said enough.
turn on tune in drop out.
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soak n' spoke in emotional kerosene combustible stir before ash n' burn smoke stream from slow crackle of candle refrain now lit sniff last whiff of sulfer before thought spitflame.
-------------------- Everything is better than it was the last time. I'm good.
If we could look into each others hearts, and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care.
It takes a lot of courage to go out there and radiate your essence.
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared too. If you was there, and we just knew you cared too.
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