Thomas- Why don’t you send some un-refutable sign to prove yourself?
God- It’s not about faith in me, or at least in the way most think, I stand for an un-attachment with the self and that is what you should have faith in or a path to faithfully follow. There’s no way to prove my existence because i’m merely a symbolic character alike the rest.
Thomas- Why would you write the bible with so many allegories? Why weren’t you more literal or straight forward? Why didn’t you say that they were allegories?
God- This was done to keep meaning through a broader range of time. The more literal it is, the less relevant it would be now. It wasn’t straight forward because it takes a deep understanding of these virtues to ever internalize them — words don’t fall on depth ears when they are drenched in sensationalism; rational arguments alone are less affective at instilling an adamant adherence to morality — it takes pathos(emotion) and logos(logic) to muster ethos(ethics).
(2) The Sheep follow actions set by some sage like source. They effectively do good to some outside of their bubble, but they aren’t conscious of why they are doing good. It’s like memorizing a formula to merely regurgitate it for a test, never understanding why the test giver wanted them to learn the formula in the first place. Depending on the authority of their shepherd, they will further remove themselves from mindful actions to base more thought off the sanctions of said shepherd, forgetting any good — for the sake thereof — intended by the messenger. They are ignorant because they close out other shepherds and sheep that contradict trivial cues from their own leader, and know they are right because their shepherd is so credible. The Sheep doesn’t concern itself with what makes their guide’s path right, undermining their thoughts to ones backed predominantly by a persuasive speech from a —hopefully — benevolent source. The Sheep wants a crutch to rest upon, so that the bulk of conscious decisions and blame can be placed upon something else. They are kind to strangers because someone tells them they ought to be.(The rest) http://dustinstaples.hubpages.com/_1prfichovh9ur/hub/Wholesome-Scattergraph
Anyone up for a challenge?
Your at a hospital for surgery signing a waiver that reads: while under anesthesia you may fall into a coma, die, or be used as temporary life support. Knowing the chances are slim and that the surgery is performed often without mishaps, you sign and proceed.
Waking up the next day you find yourself attached to a young man in an induced coma. They tell you that he’s dying, and that they’re assembling a life support system that is not yet completely attached and functioning. It will take one year for him to become stable, the system can only be connected to you, and you will not likely suffer harm. They offer you a chance to nullify the waiver, but he will surely die if you do so.
Why would you do, what you would do?
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An insert from a social psychology paper
(1) The Forsaken feel abandoned by some means of support, if not the good grace of fate that the world seems to behoove disproportionately. They provide for their loved ones, and are often the soul provider, after which there is no time to worry about the strangers of the world. The Forsaken do much good, but not to be focused outside of their personal sphere, nor to contend with considerations of un-shared friends in their loved ones separate spheres. This personal sphere is small, and they sit in the center providing as best they can, while putting mindful considerations for others aside; not to be inconsiderate, but to leave external affairs alone, for someone who has the time or means. Self centered in the barest of sense, The Forsaken’s sacrifice is the most lonely and depth-full, or they have no one and only care for themselves…
Thomas- What religion is the best, or most conducive to your intentions? Can/does anyone live up to your expectations?
God- All religions are fine, it’s their followers misconstruing their meanings that causes flaws — causally, more followers means more flaws. I don’t hold expectations, people do or do not, do something that is right; more so, they do what is right by them or for a collective good. People meet “expectations” when they do what is right with no considerations for themselves, more often than not this can bring personal gain, but when that personal gain is a focus they have fallen out of line with righteousness. Now, if you had asked me if I had to do away with every religion but one, I’d leave Buddhism; they don’t have pious dogma.A link to the rest: http://dustinstaples.hubpages.com/_1prfichovh9ur/hub/Gods-true-message-in-the-Bible
An insert from my latest philosophy paper:
"Thomas- Why did you put the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden? Did you intend for man to sin?
God- I intended for man to be perfect, but false conceptions of perfection led man astray. Adam and Eve represent the first sapients to rationalize the world to inevitably justify what they saw through cumbered perspectives. Alike everything I created, man is and was perfect, what changed is mans’ perspective of what is good. The serpent is skepticism, I represent conviction, and the bite from the fruit is the first inclinations of mans’ conquest towards reason and knowledge. Higher knowledge brought personal views of what is good and evil: Eve thought one fruit tasted better than the rest, she noticed her chest was different than Adams, and both became uncertain - embarrassed - about their differences. Homo-sapients ventured from a species that used base reason for function, to one that rationalizes for self-interest; this self-interest caused a break from me, thus perfection and innocence.”
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A boy sits in the yard on a warm summer night,
surrounded by sap and the glow of street light.
He does not know how he feels,
so he contemplates what is real.
A girl captures his foci and drives him mad,
as if she were something he wish he had, had.
All space and time sits now between them,
yet souls reunite like two birds meeting in flight,
with only their long forgottent plights.
Moments ago she was here and it all seemed so clear,
nothing else mattered, nothing to fear.
Spellbound in time, a second felt like a year,
impassioned and heartfelt, whata natural atmosphere.
Sadly, time only fleets and she always goes,
and with no sign of affection he looses his window,
to contact those lips that he misses oh, so,
the only ones that can complete his whole.
What gives him so much bliss also scares him out of his mind,
her simple presence sends chills through his spine,
what makes him spellbound also makes him inclined.
Inclined to be nervous, clueless, naive and at risk,
and the confident man is just a boy once again.
Eleven pm and the young man waits eagerly,
midnights bell will bring resolution, glass, ice, and whiskey.
Climax of the night life is upon him,
with bouncy balls letting him in their rubber club walls.
Tomorrow night will be drunk.
It’s Eleven Fifty-eight, “wait, didn’t my class registration open at eight?”
Fuck Fuck Fuck.
To their database he goes, say it isn’t so,
what once was to be open now, shows it is closed.
"This can’t be happening, this last year must flow",
but there’s nothing to do now except drink away unsettling woes,
and wait till the morning to ask the councilor what he needs to know.
To Safeway he goes, “fuck! fuck! fuck!” he’s finally able to yell,
relieving and depleting a little fear. Walking down the aisle he realizes this purchase will be remembered for the rest of his life:
New Castle, summer ale, and Makers Mark, can’t go wrong with something dark.
At the register he notices a grins sprung upon his face,
in line with two others, talking about tasting the new case.
Less displaced now, feeling less god damn stupid, forgetful, a waste;
he gets a little cheery, drunk, and writes the night away,
to wake up knowing from downs there come ups, I’m sure today will be light and not gray.
Running like a faucet,
down pored her shades
of satire marrying him.
Locked in tin to begin,
her honey moon fades
his Co-pilot left the cockpit,
till something shifts and shocks it.
The stork has left its print
DNA criss crossed in mint;
in matrimony we trust,
the united fates of a-merry-cause,
to do this the faucet must be clogged with gauze.
Siren and the pirate: but the jewel will not be lost,
their love will polish off,
parenting is Mad-Libing,
you stumble through the plot,
plus, these two will know what to do
great values can’t be bought.
Calais was the entrance to a fairy tail in the tower town.
Ivy wrapped the eye full of tourists never seeing,
stench fries leaving a glimpse of what the American dream is—
gain, travel eat.
The canal moves across the mantle of lofty views,
mimes open blinds to another way of life.
Wanderlust envelops us
seeing is such a larger rush;
post cards frame but never touch.
They open us to a sight of something different,
but by the time you get their a lens gets thicker.
Dreamers sleep to wak an:
eat veggies to grow strong
take schooling and think on
to getting a degree or move on
to aspirational jobs.
It’s our money gaining nation
so we can travel,
eat other places,
never know the culture
or what’s behind their faces.
Frost blows chilling lows
Tips of mountains lurkingly
Heat the ones that go.
Tops covered in bones
Paper, pens, art, and poems
But their work lives on.
Forms remain, no care
who distains, but is this
Paperless world the same?
One slot to behold,
seeds fall far from the tree,
but still grow.
Zen is nurturing, it will mow
down thistle and weeds bellow,
leaving Sequoias’ firmly so,
it is close.