We are the neediest kids ever.
When this class began, it made me start thinking on levels I'd never reached before. I can honestly say this class has permanently changed me, and I can only begin to ponder if it's a good thing or not. I think about the vastness of time, space, and religion on a regular basis, and have come up with several of my own ideas. I'm even considering writing some of my ideas into a way of living. I've been doing so much work in the concept of the right way to live, and it's caused me to have some very new ideas. Well, new to me, at least.
All this said, I am so tired of reading what people have to say about God. We have no idea what the hell he wants from us. The best we have are books written in a time before we fully understood the concept of hallucinogenics. I don't want to discredit all religion, but frankly, I kinda need to discredit all religions. I am not disputing that many wonderful things have happened that cannot be explained. I'm not arguing that the powerful religious figures in our past didn't exist. All I'm saying is that we have no definite proof of anything.
This is so hard to write. I feel like a real ass, just spouting off about things I don't fully understand, but it's relevant, I guess, because my problem is with people talking about things they don't understand. We've read so many different passages about concepts of God and his teachings, and most of them were based on introspective meditation. I don't think I can believe we can learn about the reason we even exist at all by thinking hard about it. I don't think we can ever understand God. Ever. Even in death. Something that has so much power wouldn't bother with us. It doesn't make sense, which is really what this is all about. We can never know what God is, no matter how connected we feel with him. This isn't to tear down religion, but to connect something so. Vastly. Powerful. seems impossible.
Oh, and prayer never made sense to me either. If he's all powerful, he already knows. If he's not, how can he possibly help all of us?
Have a great weekend.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Plato
“I broke into your house last night, and left a note at your bedside.”
-Spitting Games by Snow Patrol
“I've been walking erect since the moment we met.”
-Shiksa (Girlfriend) by Say Anything
“Dim my eyes if they should compromise our fulcrum what you need divides me then I might as well be gone.”
-Jambi by Tool
Love is, as far as I can tell, in the eyes of the beholder. Who can define love? Love is... horrible. It can ruin people's lives. People kill and get killed because of love. We wake up in tears, screaming at the ceiling and clawing at our beds because of love. We die, because we know it's impossible to wake up without it. Love is calming. Love is holding hands and knowing she's never going to run away. It's holding one another with under a darkening sky as the lake continues to ripple. As we wake up, it's the smile knowing they're waking up next to you. Love is nervous. Love is shaking at the school dance. Love is erasing the second line of the poem over and over again. Love is growing roses because buying them isn't good enough. Love is learning her name, and love is whispering it to her. Love cannot be rationally explained. Love can save the planet, and love can tear the city down around the lovers.
Now, I understand that Plato is a universally accepted intelligent person. Mostly everyone can at least say with confidence that he was a smart Greek. That is something in and of itself, to survive for so long with that simple idea. I am not going to say that he isn't exactly what he is known to be: one of the most quoted and most acknowledged thinkers of this planet. That said, I think he's very wrong about love. Love is not universal. Love is not the same for anyone, let alone everyone. I don't think I've experienced love, but what little I have experienced scratching at the great maw of life is more than what he described. I don't believe love is some great understanding that comes akin to an enlightenment. It's the most wonderful brutality that people can experience, and it must be experienced kicking and screaming. All love has its trials, which make it all the better.
I hate to be the cynic, but it's so much more romantic to think of the desperation that love can bring rather than penning it off to proper meditation. I'd rather be broken by it any day over realizing it through proper study.
-Spitting Games by Snow Patrol
“I've been walking erect since the moment we met.”
-Shiksa (Girlfriend) by Say Anything
“Dim my eyes if they should compromise our fulcrum what you need divides me then I might as well be gone.”
-Jambi by Tool
Love is, as far as I can tell, in the eyes of the beholder. Who can define love? Love is... horrible. It can ruin people's lives. People kill and get killed because of love. We wake up in tears, screaming at the ceiling and clawing at our beds because of love. We die, because we know it's impossible to wake up without it. Love is calming. Love is holding hands and knowing she's never going to run away. It's holding one another with under a darkening sky as the lake continues to ripple. As we wake up, it's the smile knowing they're waking up next to you. Love is nervous. Love is shaking at the school dance. Love is erasing the second line of the poem over and over again. Love is growing roses because buying them isn't good enough. Love is learning her name, and love is whispering it to her. Love cannot be rationally explained. Love can save the planet, and love can tear the city down around the lovers.
Now, I understand that Plato is a universally accepted intelligent person. Mostly everyone can at least say with confidence that he was a smart Greek. That is something in and of itself, to survive for so long with that simple idea. I am not going to say that he isn't exactly what he is known to be: one of the most quoted and most acknowledged thinkers of this planet. That said, I think he's very wrong about love. Love is not universal. Love is not the same for anyone, let alone everyone. I don't think I've experienced love, but what little I have experienced scratching at the great maw of life is more than what he described. I don't believe love is some great understanding that comes akin to an enlightenment. It's the most wonderful brutality that people can experience, and it must be experienced kicking and screaming. All love has its trials, which make it all the better.
I hate to be the cynic, but it's so much more romantic to think of the desperation that love can bring rather than penning it off to proper meditation. I'd rather be broken by it any day over realizing it through proper study.
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