08 September 2014

Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven

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How marvelous for those who were born in the magical land of the one true religion.

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There is no such thing as theology, just mythology starting with the twentieth of twenty-six letters.

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Seriously, what is so great about you that any supreme being would want to save?

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How can there be character flaws when character is the original flaw?

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The challenge is not confusing idolatry and dogma with truth.

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Identity is merely awareness temporarily usurped.

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The seed you plant is the harvest you get.

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Every moment erased by the next.

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In solitude, the peace of transcendence.

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The tyranny of absurdity is beyond reckoning.

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Let political correctness be someone else’s problem.

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The ever-accelerating exponential of all things humankind.

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Curious how our idols become exactly what we dogma them to be.

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All there is to learn ultimately boils down to how little there really is to know.

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Yet another vague memory spinning its way toward oblivion.