At 13, meditation.
At 14, Buddhist.
At 18, Monkhood.
At 20, Hindu.
At 21, Disechanted.
I did everything I could do within all of these cultures.
Unfortunately, the monks even let me teach a little bit.
Sad.
I shouldn't have.
Religion has become demystified for me. now there is only death and the world...and lung cancer.
No, I don't have cancer.
But my soul does.
God.
Dear God.
Why have you been lying to me all these years? It's funny now that I see your existence as just a concept.
By the practices that you've given to this world, I've come to understand the meaninglessness of your existence.
Nil.
Nothing.
And as I raise the cigar of victory to my dry, chapped lips I can see my own existence is just such a concept.
3 comments:
Shhhh...people in South Central PA don't want to hear the truth.
How do I know you exist?
You sound a little bit down. You shouldn't, though. Once you shake the God concept you're home free. Like me.
Your new buddy sent me over here.
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