Perfection
To genuinely believe in perfection is to genuinely believe in a God. An omnipotence. Another realm, another dimension. To believe in perfection, as it is portrayed by the numerous novels and works of fiction, is to believe in heaven. A complete state of enlightened extacy. Cynical optimist. Pessimistic hopefulness. Cats and dogs.
The closest we ever get to Utopia is within our minds when we wish and dream.
Only in our perpetual craving may we find comfort. Only in our bloated fantasies and exaggerated plans may we find consolation.
Man, this is so great! If only [insert here] would happen then we would be completely satisfied
To be satisfied is to be stupid. An intellectual void. A rock is satisfied. A rock does not think in the same patterns as we do. A rock is content, thus a rock may not feel or sense.
Marabou Marlboro on the floor
And all your cares, go up in smoke.
Religion is the striving for such a perfection, whether it be the Christian heaven or the Buddhist Nirvana, everything is essentially the same; a state of non-existence; a state in which you do not suffer. Because life is indeed suffering. A seemingly endless wheel of greed and lust. Tormented by our own morals and shunned by our minds. Blasphemers. We willfully embrace the whip.
Blood pouring out of our veins; the human sacrifice. We strive higher and higher, and we fall deeper and deeper.
But in the end, at the very top, rests a beautiful light. Belief. Faith. A wicked temptress to some, a celestial angel to others. Either way, it is clear that this deity holds the key to heaven, to Nirvana. But one may not reach this light so easily. One must fight and suffer and lose and ger back up again. One must slowly bleed to death..
But I have not stopped believing that you are the answer
Prove me wrong, I beg you.
adieu
The closest we ever get to Utopia is within our minds when we wish and dream.
Only in our perpetual craving may we find comfort. Only in our bloated fantasies and exaggerated plans may we find consolation.
Man, this is so great! If only [insert here] would happen then we would be completely satisfied
To be satisfied is to be stupid. An intellectual void. A rock is satisfied. A rock does not think in the same patterns as we do. A rock is content, thus a rock may not feel or sense.
Marabou Marlboro on the floor
And all your cares, go up in smoke.
Religion is the striving for such a perfection, whether it be the Christian heaven or the Buddhist Nirvana, everything is essentially the same; a state of non-existence; a state in which you do not suffer. Because life is indeed suffering. A seemingly endless wheel of greed and lust. Tormented by our own morals and shunned by our minds. Blasphemers. We willfully embrace the whip.
Blood pouring out of our veins; the human sacrifice. We strive higher and higher, and we fall deeper and deeper.
But in the end, at the very top, rests a beautiful light. Belief. Faith. A wicked temptress to some, a celestial angel to others. Either way, it is clear that this deity holds the key to heaven, to Nirvana. But one may not reach this light so easily. One must fight and suffer and lose and ger back up again. One must slowly bleed to death..
But I have not stopped believing that you are the answer
Prove me wrong, I beg you.
adieu
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