Sacred and Profane

what is said to be sacred has never been such. the fictions of religions have plagued the minds of humans since we made our first aurignacian scrawlings in the haute garonne of france. there we began to carve our images--- just embodiments of the world around us but stretched out into irrational fables which we then held up high to echo the shining sun. wanting to have answers to questions that brought amazement & fear in all of our hearts--- but with which we had no actual factual evidence--- we worshipped our scrawlings, & then we documented our insane babblings about the mystical nature of them, & how they would affect our lives for centuries to come. what is profane, clearly is the power of these fictions to arouse us to kill to arouse us to destroy to arouse us to hate to arouse us to do whatever the said self-appointed representatives of these fictions demand. when we as a species finally step out of the caves it is only then that we will gain our own authority in ourselves & nothing outside us, to pick up our eraser and rub away the ramblings made by people who had no access to the scientific-method, the technology that we have at our fingertips today, and the drive that we have now to keep asking questions and not to settle for answers until we have evidence to back them up.