I spent dozens of years studying and commenting on religiosity. It appeared with each view came a separation. Sometimes we run in a gnostic that has no particular view it seems. Others were so quick to discard your friendship if you you did not condescend. Agree and you are accepted into the conclave of the particular morbid organism. It is an organism not an organization. It grows , it digests , it needs nourishment - It is religiosity.
Then one day a transcending thought came it felt like freedom. The mind became isometric - it wanted exercise to be strong.
I started to seek others that had transcended found the few that had wrote lovely poems and stories, even parables. Were the poems real, the stories real or the parables. Who knows - they were transcending. Some would be ancient wisdom of Chinese scholars, some would be stories of Hindu gods or parables of Jesus. Even the wisdom of the Buddha or something found in a song.
It was all in motion - sometimes in the dance or an exercise. Then I met the melted jello - a man who believed in nothing. Even religiosity was better than melted jello. The doubting Thomas , the student of one viewpoint. The one who saw only one side of a coin , no Ying or Yang. The earth was still flat and soon the jello was to be a puddle. The sphere , the bounce , the motion all gone - even the flavor.
If the brain is a bowl of jello only the mind can give it flavor and keep it - keep it from melting, THINK.
Then one day a transcending thought came it felt like freedom. The mind became isometric - it wanted exercise to be strong.
I started to seek others that had transcended found the few that had wrote lovely poems and stories, even parables. Were the poems real, the stories real or the parables. Who knows - they were transcending. Some would be ancient wisdom of Chinese scholars, some would be stories of Hindu gods or parables of Jesus. Even the wisdom of the Buddha or something found in a song.
It was all in motion - sometimes in the dance or an exercise. Then I met the melted jello - a man who believed in nothing. Even religiosity was better than melted jello. The doubting Thomas , the student of one viewpoint. The one who saw only one side of a coin , no Ying or Yang. The earth was still flat and soon the jello was to be a puddle. The sphere , the bounce , the motion all gone - even the flavor.
If the brain is a bowl of jello only the mind can give it flavor and keep it - keep it from melting, THINK.
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