150 Christians slaughtered yesterday. College students. Some of them pretended to be Muslims, but were asked to recite a central Muslim prayer and when they could not, they were shot.
Are we all so whacked? Must we have magic? Must we continue to seek proof for our beliefs? I remember that feeling. If you don't believe what I believe then I am scared that what I believe is not true, not real. But if I convince you to believe what I believe, then what I believe must be true.
Shouldn't we move beyond signs and omens? Dido split open animals and studied their guts for signs. It did her no good. Aeneas still left her.
Yesterday I heard a preacher talk about how he was looking forward to the rapture. Looking forward to the suffering of others.
There is nothing so dangerous as believing that you are right that you have all the answers, the correct real true beyond a doubt answers and that you must should better convince others to believe what you believe.
Nothing so dangerous as believing that your way of life is the only way of life. Believing that you should go forth and convince force coerce other people to live the way you do. Or else.
Hard to call it Good Friday. I've always wondered about that. Good Friday. The symbol of Christianity, Catholic or Protestant, is an instrument of torture. Quite fitting.
The things we do to each other. The things we do to our Gods.
They say everyone must swim through me to get to heaven. They say I must cast my net deep into the water, that I must make magic with my hands. But I do not believe in magic.