Fodder

Made without thought, falling from lip to bottom, this is what makes the flesh tedious and finds me wanting more. I try and continue to hold the line, the dots, the streaks of foul, the screams from stones, but nothing comes to me, no word worthy. Facing the east is easy, finding the path that takes you there cries for labor and fatigue. Posting does little more than shattering the glass that can only be seen in sleepful eyes and mist. Pounding harder about the ground I move outward, stretching my craziness without fear of attending ears. Hands off of me, take yourself away and don't look backward lest ye fell your own best.

Trimming the Plant

Imagine a branching plant. Periodically, branches die and rot threatening the health and sometimes the very life of the plant. These branches must be severed and discarded in order for the plant to continue growing.

Now imagine mankind as a branching plant. It's different aspects are the branches. Imagine organized religion as one of those branches. It is my belief that it is this branch that is among those that have died, are rotting and are threatening the health and life of the plant.

For us as a species to grow and reach our potential, religion must be severed and discarded. Its purpose has long been lost, its time is long over due, its relevance is no longer arguable. It is a system of understanding the universe, and the life within it, based on myth, emotion, hypocrisy and ignorance.

It is time for us all to shed the ways of the past that keep us from our potential. We can not call or even think of ourselves as civilized while hate, fear and greed saturate the foundations of our societies. We must stop believing that what we are today is as good as it gets.

If it were up to me, if I were the "gardener", religion would be the first branch I'd cut.