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.
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