One day, I'm gonna get up, and get right back into the city with my flamethrower mouth, you bet your life it won't be pretty.
-Chia-Like, I Shall Grow by Say Anything

Our words are so much more potent than we really realize.

I have a feeling that every religion is the same thing, but nobody bothered to tell anybody else. Every religion we’ve studied so far has had some idea of an enlightenment: a concept about either escaping or fully realizing the reality around them. All of them require a realization, and all of them have some stipulation or other regarding material wealth. All of them can happen to any person, but most of them don’t push the idea of enlightenment onto people. There are so many similarities: it’s as if during the Axial Age, everyone got together and had an assembly, where they agreed not only on a grand truth, but then also decided to totally @#$% with every other generation that was to come afterward.

Another similarity is impossibilities in wordplay. “I am the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end.” Such a statement is seemingly impossible. That said, it makes more sense than a never ending net covered in identical gemstones. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” Again, impossible unless one is willing to believe. You have to believe for these things to be possible. Faith fuels the idea, which gives it life and power enough to spread, thus becoming a theory, and then a religion. At which point you are persecuted, because your idea isn’t exactly the same as theirs, even though the basic concepts are similar.

And the cycle continues. Thank God… thank ____ for basic cable, or else all we’d do is kill each other.

All of this originates from words. Language is one of, if not the most, important aspect of humanity, as it allows us to grow and change. I feel like I’m beginning to stray away from John the Evangelist’s teachings, but these are the things his words made me think about. With sentience comes questioning, and with questioning comes a demand of answers. When none come, we devise our own based on what we believe we don’t know.

It’s all so very confusing, long, and impossible. I know the Evangelist meant nothing but good things, but he sent me spiraling into confusion. Thank ____ nobody cares about new ideas anymore.