Finding My Religion: Sacred Spaces
I’ve rarely found kindness, compassion, courage, or love in so many self-proclaimed holy places and things…
A rich collection of observations, questions, confessions, awakenings, realizations, and convictions that accompanied the liberating process of losing finding my religion.
I’ve rarely found kindness, compassion, courage, or love in so many self-proclaimed holy places and things…
Beware any “authority”, creed, or enterprise that sweeps inexplicable suffering under the rug called “The Divine Plan” or “God’s Will”…
Comforting falsehoods are an infinitely easier sell than inconvenient truths…
An idea, ethic, or principle is defensible only to the degree that it can be discussed without censorship or coercion…
Only those who live in insular bubbles think that the “end times” are to be found in some remote future and distant Armageddon…
A real prophet isn’t someone who predicts the future…
If, by some miracle, all the world’s religions became one, peace and freedom erupted everywhere, and man-made cruelty vanished forever…
I don’t believe in SIN…
Crushed by the countless absurdities, injustices, and pointless sufferings that define this fleeting, tenuous existence…
Obedience and conformity are submissions of the worst kind…