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On religion

Copied from a WordPerfect file (what religion is.wpd), from 9/14/2003 1:04 PM

It starts at home. The neglect, for the cause of religion. Early morning trips to the temple, to the mosque, with children in tow. What are they doing? They’re waiting impatiently, trying to make sense of what’s happening, attempting to figure out why they’re here. Numerous rituals performed blindly. An invisible yet strong wall erected between yourself and them so to make yourself unapproachable so they don’t question the logic of what you are doing.

They’re raised in this atmosphere. You raise them. The ghosts of religious figures surround all of you and breathe down your neck, questioning every move you make and rendering live into a living hell in anticipation of the heaven to come in the afterlife.

What is this life for? Is it one big punishment we must endure in order to reap the fruit of the afterlife? You teach us to commit good deeds in spite of ourselves. “Do good so you may go to heaven,” you say. What about myself? Am I nothing in myself? Why not do good so it makes me feel good? Am I so base a creature that you must entice me with an outer motive in order to get me to do good?

The children become infected with your religious propaganda. They segregate themselves from the world further than you have, putting barriers between themselves and the world because the world holds different religious beliefs than they do. The one force they (the religious) cannot conquer, however, is love, because love comes from within. So when two people from different creeds fall in love, it’s a slap in the face of religion. It’s now that those invisible yet strong walls from ages ago become visible and come into question. “What’s it all for?” you ask. They have no answer except to command you to not question. Is that good enough for the one in love? Now the question comes into light whether it’s really worthwhile to lead this life as a punishment in anticipation of something so obscure as heaven, promised to us by someone so remote as a prophet. Why not live this life to the best of our abilities and hold faith in the goodness of whomever you choose to believe in, that he will take care of you after this life? If you really hold him in such high esteem, why not leave it to him to worry about what’s in the afterlife?

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