sandandfoam
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I'm inclined to believe that stories are sufficient. What about you?
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Religions aren't just stories.
Religions are paths to God.I think that everything is a story. What makes religion different?
Even all the religions that don’t involve a single god?Religions are paths to God.
Sure! Hinduism has many Gods! But that pure spirit, bliss itself, is the goal!Even all the religions that don’t involve a single god?
Yes. That's it.A story in the making?
Our memories make the story. Religion isn't just cognitive thinking. I'm probably going off track on what your really thinking.Yes. That's it.
Our memories make the story. Religion isn't just cognitive thinking. I'm probably going off track on what your really thinking.
What does he 'nail'? I can't find the allegory.Gibran's 'Madman' is one of my favourites. I think he nails it:
"In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more."
But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all."
And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom."
And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.
And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun."
Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.
And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also.
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I believe it needs to be real and the guiding light of our lives.I'm inclined to believe that stories are sufficient. What about you?