I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
September 17, 2009 - 12:15 p.m.
Enough wasting time. I wish it wasn't so hard for me to get started. If there was one thing I'd change about myself that would be it. Not that I won't skip updating. This is necessary for my mental health.
I haven't been doing anything worth writing about it days. That means I have to actually think about what to write. Was dinner interesting? No, I had a burger and Cajun oven roasted potatoes. It was really good to eat but not exactly scintillating reading. What if I spelled it potatos? Would that cause a controversy? It did for Quayle.
No, I'll write about what I should be writing about, what I'm thinking. You might have noticed that I write quite a bit about god and religion. This might seem strange coming from an atheist. It shouldn't, it makes sense. Someone who lives in New York isn't going to think that much about how big it is. Someone from Kansas isn't going to comment on its flatness. A native of Tibet doesn't think of the thin air, an Eskimo doesn't think about the cold. These are the things they are used to. Despite the fact that religion is all around me I'm not used to it. I find it unfathomable. Sure I know the motivations, how people find comfort in it, how they feel it gives order to their lives, how it makes them feel like they belong. But why not believe in Santa Claus? Why not believe in all the religions that you don't believe in? Why should the fact that at some point in the past my mother's ancestors either came from Israel or went through a ceremony to become Jewish alter how the way I think the universe is structured? If I don't believe in the underlying theory why should I follow the rituals? Both lines of thought are alien to me.
That's why I'm always curious about what others believe. I try to not be judgmental. I want to just hear what others think. I cringe not only when atheists are insulted but also when they do the insulting. It would be good if people could explain their beliefs without fear of being harassed for them. If nothing else it's enlightened self-interest. There are a lot more believers than non-believers. We're the ones most likely to suffer when discourse is not civil.
It's now hours later than I wanted to get moving. I better call this quits.
I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge:
please hold me accountable.
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