At the beginning of the day on the summer solstice, I leave my
body sleeping and walk in dreams to a place I will never see in life. I watch
the sunrise through rocks mysteriously stacked long ago and wonder if it was
possible that I was there in some form.
Do I have a connection to a time and place I could not
possibly have known in my current reality, or do I merely wish that I was more
important than I am? Did I once have wisdom and abilities forgotten by the passage
of centuries and lifetimes, or am I merely a pathetic creature who wishes there
was a possibility that I might not be as utterly hopeless and wretched as I
appear?
There was a time when I believed in one God and a single
savior. Then came the time that I believed in many deities and no specific
savior. At this point, I neither believe nor disbelieve in any specific thing,
except that I think the god postulated by most organized religious institutions
is a construct created to give adherents carte blanche to behave cruelly.
is there someone there
a powerful entity
or are we alone?
~Cie~
Note:
It is not my intent to belittle anyone's faith. The thoughts I express are mine and mine alone. I neither believe nor disbelieve in any particular deity or set of deities, including the Christian god. My final paragraph is a criticism of the sorts of people who use their religion to behave as intolerant bigots and to cause harm to those who do not adhere to their dogma and edicts.
