pasta as a god mythical like all the rest not for worshipping
The Flying Spaghetti Monster is the deity of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The religion is also known as Pastafarianism. Bobby Henderson coined the FSM name in a satirical letter protesting the Kansas State Board of Education decision allowing the teaching of intelligent design as an alternative to evolution in public school science classes.
The dictionary would define faith as having complete trust or confidence in someone or something. For those with a religious bent it is strongly related to a belief in a god and the dogma or doctrines of their chosen religion. For those indoctrinated into their religion as well. Faith to me simply means trusting something or someone without evidence they are worthy of that trust. And I generally don’t do that because I question everything that has not supplied me with reasonable evidence to be trusted.
What a person believes deeply without evidence is their prerogative. I’m okay with that. That’s why my comment reflected what I felt about faith. Most believers of anything are committed to what they believe. It feels natural, correct and unquestionable. That last bit – unquestionable – is the part I’m not okay with.
Since the beginning of time, we have seen simple beliefs overturned with explanations as to why they are not the truth. As we increase our foundation of knowledge, beliefs get tossed out right and left, leaving us with more surety than what we had before. Belief in something then just becomes silly. As an example, how many of us were told that Santa Claus existed? And how many of us still do? If you do and are no longer a child, please seek help! But seriously, you understand the concept of “When you know better, you do better.” that Maya Angelou was referring to – when truths make themselves known, you can’t simply continue to believe in what is not true. It doesn’t make sense.
Many of you know that I don’t subscribe to the supernatural. I prefer a life based in reality and knowns but I realize that there are still many unknowns to contend with as I go about living. What I feel I do know is that those truths haven’t been understood or discovered yet, and may never present themselves in my lifetime. And that, makes sense.
we all ponder what is truth not one of us with the same outlook theories or hypothesis’ as varied as the lives which surround us
haven’t we all witnessed people who have such a zest that life never seems to end and have written a multitude of stories over the norm possessing a zeal which feels absent in us accomplishments being even fewer
and those at the end of a relatively long life saying “it’s enough” with a need or a want to move on having endured so much hardship and pain just wanting it over with
or those who just plod along living relatively simple but meaningful, loving lives contributing a harmony of sorts
if god is life and life is nature and nature dictates our decisions then maybe it’s the sheer will to remain alive that what drives us should guide us deciding our ultimate purpose or names this so-called god we want to prove
this belief of having a much-needed pull for when the chips are down something we engage with when it’s all too much
i would submit that sheer will is supreme this internal force is a pressure to endure and can be what rules us wow, what a concept to get behind
they say you can manifest what you want yeah, but not without effort i would submit you are your own god and that god is will
These thoughts were inspired by this conversation about belief systems between Ricky Gervais and Russell Brand. The bit about it starts at approximately 33:40, but feel free to listen to it in its entirety as it was an interesting conversation.
The warmth awakens me but I am tightly bound. I can’t move. My lifeblood is pulsing through my veins, waiting to explode. My head is pounding and screaming to break free of this dungeon. Yet, I can’t move. A crack appears at the top of the cell, bright light is filtering in. I push with my might against the wall, as the crack begins to grow. I feel the closeness of freedom. I can taste it in the air, and feel it in the warm light. Pushing again, the binding splits. I roll out of the slit, stretching, feeling the ecstatic of freedom. The warmth strengthens me for my mission, my colors unfurl refracting the light on the leaves. Time is wasting, I must hurry, only six weeks of life at best.
Of all the colors in the rainbow, one color shows more fare It adorns the kings of foreign lands, woven in robes that they wear But clothes and robes that are made by man cannot even compare With the delicate beauty of nature’s flowers that bloom without a care
Their colors may vary from bloom to bloom, simply soft to very rare Bees and butterflies don’t care about color as the nectar is there to share.
Please Don’t Leave
The most life-sustaining force in all creation is that of showing love It melts together the heart and soul like was meant from above. All of God’s creation was given this ability to express this vital feeling For love, tenderness, and nurturing is what keeps this life from reeling With no love around, darkness will ensue with a deep sense of foreboding Fear will arise, and hope will flee leaving the heart and soul eroding Don’t allow this eroding but hold on to loving, allow the sun to come in Always keep these feelings alive, so if lost we will know how to begin.
Anita Neal enjoys writing poetry and shorts that reflect the beauty of nature and importance of love. The first two pieces are reflections of the beauty God created for us to enjoy. The third one shows the honor and importance of love we all need.
It’s like leaving a relationship; you realize the love is gone in a relationship, and you finally stop trying to summon that feeling of cohesion. You feel sad and possibly terrified, but mostly you feel relief because you know there isn’t an actual relationship between you two. The next step is you are on your own but you will be okay.
It’s not our lack of belief in a god that concerns most fundamentalists. It’s the fact that their words have absolutely no power over us. The Jedi mind tricks don’t work. The threats of hell don’t work. Screaming louder does not work. They realize that they have been disarmed and they are more than a little frightened and bothered by it.