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Euclid's system

(A high school poem from just before the Corona-apocalypse)

In this beautiful place of worship the pews are padded but uncomfortable and the large sanctuary is cold.

There's a huge glass dome and I can see the stars. Are the stars our fiery heaven??

No, I don't think the stars care about us - they don't burn with affection or passion. And if the stars weren't there we could live with an empty sky.

The Greeks would call our star, the Sun, to perform their acts of God. I imagine most of their prayers went unanswered - not unlike our own??

If Jesus, the son of God, and that whole story were the deepest reality then why hasn't Jesus returned??

imagining heaven's father and son dialog

God: "Ok, Jesus, time to go back.."

Jesus: "Go back... go back?? Daaaaad... Did you see what they did to me???.. nailed me to a cross; screw them there's no way I'm going back. Why don’t you try going back as an ordinary man - maybe they’ll set you on fire.”

These 20 millennium old bible stories aren't exactly Euclid's logical system. I mean, the various Bible books aren't even consistent. Are these really, I mean really our beliefs? Or are they just kind of traditions and good rules to live by?

My parents - unlikely pilgrims of the intoxicating poetry of belief - face front and appear to be listening... in all other things they're so skeptical - it's a puzzle.

If Jesus did come back, wouldn't he practically be a caveman surrounded by bewildering technology?

I'm sorry, There's something too rich in creation for these rehearsed responses and fairy-tale fragments from a primitive world to be the answer.

Now I'm not saying there is no God or no life after death.. I.. just.. hopeless shrug

So, anyway - I go through the motions, I chant the litanies with the enthusiasm of obedience; just storing up my spiritual loot and hiding my questioning, heathen heart.
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A song for this:
decide to be happy by MisterWives

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Vincine Fallica July 12, 2026 at 2:00 PM I was the only one in my 4-person family that went to church when I was young. And then only because it was required in Catholic school for Communion & Confirmation (conformation?). My progenitors went to church weddings and funerals too, but that’s it. Roman Catholicism was more of an ethnic identity among my family than a theological belief. / I also thought that if ‘God’ created all this, ‘God’ would be way out of our understanding and too big to fit in our practices and protocols. / <3 Anais Vionet July 13, 2026 at 6:15 AM If Santa can keep track of everything, God ought to be able to swing it. =] Science is coming to the conclusion that 'consciousness' is a built-in part of the universe. The idea is that part of the job, for every life form, is to observe and experience the cosmos in their way. Have you ever seen a cat sit and stare at nothing? It can see things, a broader spectrum of wavelengths invisible to humans - so each type of creature has its own bit to contribute. And when we die, we join that greater consciousness. Of course, I'm going to start fundraising for my new religion soon. =]