Omtita
Almost Always Right
This forum caught my eye back in November of 2013, I think it was, and I signed up, but - well, I don't know what happened but I only rediscovered my membership recently.
I was raised in an atheistic household. My mom had belonged to various Christian sects growing up and had rightly determined them to be hypocritical ignorant efforts in nonsense. My dad had been raised to the obvious fact that the religious were nuts, if not in theory then in practice.
I loathed Christianity as far as I can remember back. Then at the age of 27 I realized that I was diametrically opposed to something that was represented by people whom to me seemed grossly inadequate to reflect anything other than a myopic fractured mirror and having come to such a startling conclusion on my own center of reality was somewhat taken aback.
Oh yeah. These people are idiots and - uh. Well. I must have raised above it. Didn't take long for me to figure out that if I had raised above it I might have developed some sense of what it was, other than obviously stupid more than I was ignorant of what it was on a level that might have transcended any realm of reality aside from the subtly obvious.
In other words we were all in the same ship of fools. And, that kind of bothered me.
So I decided I wanted to get what they had so that I could rip it to shreds.
With, of course, my obviously intellectual superiority.
Huh. I was in for a bit of a surprise. In spite of the fact that I had in this process, completely ignorant, gauged the situation right on, in that the religious were nuts, I also discovered something else. They were wrong. As inept at their hypocrisy as is transparent for centuries.
Now, if that weren't an interesting enough shock to me (which of course it wasn't) the shock that would follow would be as equally dull. But in a sense fascinating.
The opposition had little more than the defense to operate on but were transparently even more blatantly optimistic.
And then I realized that anything real was like it wasn't. And nothing mattered to the blind town squire.
This was like a sad piece of music or an awakening that harbored all of the fear and trepidation of a nocturnal illusion. Nothing made sense in an abject confrontation of the thread that hung in the balance of the reality of man. As seen . . . [sigh] again and again in the face of the obtuse misdirection of the self and the powerful and yet somehow unimaginable subtle influence of unseen forces like tradition, culture, religion . . . to what end?
Verily, I say. Destruction impossible as a whole. Instruction impossible as a whole. And a hole not impossible from the imagination and what, then have I learned?
The simple beauty beyond the reach.
And so, lets reach.
I was raised in an atheistic household. My mom had belonged to various Christian sects growing up and had rightly determined them to be hypocritical ignorant efforts in nonsense. My dad had been raised to the obvious fact that the religious were nuts, if not in theory then in practice.
I loathed Christianity as far as I can remember back. Then at the age of 27 I realized that I was diametrically opposed to something that was represented by people whom to me seemed grossly inadequate to reflect anything other than a myopic fractured mirror and having come to such a startling conclusion on my own center of reality was somewhat taken aback.
Oh yeah. These people are idiots and - uh. Well. I must have raised above it. Didn't take long for me to figure out that if I had raised above it I might have developed some sense of what it was, other than obviously stupid more than I was ignorant of what it was on a level that might have transcended any realm of reality aside from the subtly obvious.
In other words we were all in the same ship of fools. And, that kind of bothered me.
So I decided I wanted to get what they had so that I could rip it to shreds.
With, of course, my obviously intellectual superiority.
Huh. I was in for a bit of a surprise. In spite of the fact that I had in this process, completely ignorant, gauged the situation right on, in that the religious were nuts, I also discovered something else. They were wrong. As inept at their hypocrisy as is transparent for centuries.
Now, if that weren't an interesting enough shock to me (which of course it wasn't) the shock that would follow would be as equally dull. But in a sense fascinating.
The opposition had little more than the defense to operate on but were transparently even more blatantly optimistic.
And then I realized that anything real was like it wasn't. And nothing mattered to the blind town squire.
This was like a sad piece of music or an awakening that harbored all of the fear and trepidation of a nocturnal illusion. Nothing made sense in an abject confrontation of the thread that hung in the balance of the reality of man. As seen . . . [sigh] again and again in the face of the obtuse misdirection of the self and the powerful and yet somehow unimaginable subtle influence of unseen forces like tradition, culture, religion . . . to what end?
Verily, I say. Destruction impossible as a whole. Instruction impossible as a whole. And a hole not impossible from the imagination and what, then have I learned?
The simple beauty beyond the reach.
And so, lets reach.
