Wednesday, June 07, 2006
It begins and ends in one's own willingness to deceive oneself.
It transcends the mere romantic, really. Its an illusion that taints everything we do. We believe that the powers that be are somehow greater than the sum of humanity and that they are somehow obliged to gratify our own desires. God, at least as I see it, becomes this strange and wonderful magician who waves a wand and produces all the manner of wonderful things. Quothe from Bible: Ask and ye shall receive, and we believe that somehow a love from this strange and unknown magician will help us drift safely through the sands of time.
Its not disprovable, but neither is it believable except through faith.
Faith is the noble brother of delusion. It is, on a good day, a secure pair of rose tinted glasses affixed firmly on holy noses. And on a bad day, it is nothing more than an excuse to believe what we want to believe.
All this in the name of the search for that Great and Endless Love.
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