You and your Religion. You're everywhere, dictating everything as if you have some special rights because you belong to a religion that you don't even understand. You sit in a pew and soak it in and twist it into the meaning that's best for what you want, and you walk around holding it up like a gun, loaded and ready to shoot. You think about your "god" so much, yet your heart finds no answers...
The kingdom of god is within you, not in mansions of wood and stone, nor in ceremonies nor sacriments. God is the hearts of all creatures combined. When one creature dies, a piece of this god dies; when a creature is born, a new piece of god is created. How can you separate yourselves from god, when you ARE god? Talk to god, then, not as you would talk to a feared elder or master, but as you would talk to yourself in the deepest recesses of your soul. Spend your time living the life you have, rather than talking to shadows and worshipping clouds and prostrating yourselves in front of cold marble altars. Live!
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