The universe is overseen, from far angles, like candlelight and pattie. Trees are higher than men, birds are musicians, grasslands swimming in green colors that are merely evolving raw air, wetness, and tracts to cows, wolves, weaklings, and puppies. It seems to be a stunning life where populations shall straddle and sniff holiness. Though, that is the sight of angels. It is how they speculate people are surviving.
A little bit nearer eye to catch a glimpse of the verities, varieties of tragic incidents that we, the human beings, are urged to rebuff. Kind of debt to reimburse. A war that doesn’t repel warmth. Criteria tell already too much of what is there, therefore maybe not beheld but it is; a single forest man relishing on the fragrance of roses, packed in his heart’s secrecy, does not—unfortunately, make the world a happy house to everyone. The cosmos transmits more invocations, fewer alibis. Hunger, thirst, deformities, maladies, and complaints.
Furthermore, I cannot infer and/or decipher God without aiming to explore the linkage between imperial deity and the slavish man and religious beliefs. If mortals still grieve even though the Lord exists, where’s arbitration?
Religion is a visionless threat. It chastely assists the fearful souls. Its main and direct intentions, to begin with, are to offer the devoted fellows formulated responses and to determine certainty.
Nevertheless, how can a human being assume the existence of a terrific superiority without having to raise several questions heeding assertions we can’t substantiate and is sentenced to dwell in fear for not believing the unbelievable so-called creator?
Proceeding with this, ‘God’ is a gigantic word. It can either be certainly factual or so fictional. Yet, that is not the crisis but clearly, the lack of divine intervention is.
Here I judge justice as an absurd opinion and conclude that people, through aged acquaintances, beg the fulfillment of an illusion, instead of a provocative fact and that nobody is important to be conveyed the life he has, nor that external forces are curious; if they exist, about whether we praise them or not consider their dilemmas.
In the proclamation of clarifying the two sharp pressures which lead the world, we reveal the virtues of what is good and things we perceive unfair as evil. This or that, each time they happen, ordinary individuals are continually in control. No exterior superiorities interrupt and all the launched wars, don’t they cease to be, whenever we put the revolvers down?
Though, the Lord is only a thought. That doesn’t glimpse into being a catastrophe but obsessed thinkers by prominent tales have made the festivities we reviewed for, becoming tombs and that’s dreadful in societies that pledge heaven meanwhile they keep pleading collapsed survivors who are present nowhere and defy their comrades sitting beside them.
I postponed asking questions about whether a particular divinity prevails us or not, I’m today looking for urgent interventions. Because exceptionally, wouldn’t that be the extreme evidence? Nonetheless, I’m conclusive that spirituality is a matter of ideas but the so-labeled reality is spiritually an idea of a matter. Is God material or spiritual? Or, is there what to title so?
Personally—I don’t believe that we must require the sky’s contribution, as much as we are supposed not to violate its freshness by whatsoever is humanly fatal.
-M.
