Religion has taken from me more than it has given me. Much, much more because I don't see that it has given me anything at all. My believe in God was, is and stays. There's no doubt about that. But religion? NO! What (so-called 'wise') people interpret and therefore try to make me see their way, as if they're God's representatives on earth, doesn't impress me at all. There is no one, I repeat NO ONE, between me and God. So let them (those so-called 'wise people') stuff it.
Now I am sitting here trying to figure out if I should fast at all. I've always done it out of fear ("if you don't do it you will die in the coming year" - but I am not afraid to die anymore) and out of a feeling "if it doesn't add it also doesn't hurt". (in Dutch "baat het niet schaadt het niet").
I am angry. Very, very angry. Angry at "religion" that it has taken from me the most precious loves I had in this life. I am trying to figure out where the line is between "religion" (which I despise) and "believe" (because my believe in God is rock-solid). Based on that I will or will not fast.
Following are the photos of this morning. During the middle of next week I will post the photos and an account of my stay in Eilat during Rosh Ha-Shana.
The photos of today are of waves at the puddle in the middle of my mezah (showing that it was windy -northern wind- today) and the ever appearing stars on the water caused by the rays of the sun and,
a photo of Fairytaletree in whose company I spent a rather long time this morning. Its spell still holds the same magic on me as when I met him for the first time :) People seeing me sitting there mesmerizing are funny rather. They either look strange at me or curiously or stand still and try to see what I see. I wonder.... do they?
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