A thought for the masses contributed by my roommate.
So, what is this, religion roulette? I get to pick one and hope to high heaven that it’s the “right” one, and then maybe I won’t burn? What if I drop everything and choose a monotheistic religion, but I choose Islam and the Christians are actually right, or I choose Judaism and the Christians are right, or whatever?
Everyone says they know the way to heaven, so how am I supposed to know which one IS ACTUALLY RIGHT?
Look, I just want to be good. I want to play my ordained role in life, and I want to play it it in such a way that it is a positive force for as many as possible, or at least so it is a kindness towards those I have a hope of reaching (IE, my friends, my classmates, my country, and those that are within my reach,) and I want to not be tortured for eternity for doing that.
I don’t want to go to hell.
A friend of my friend, who is 16, is in the hospital in critical condition. He was at the Dark Knight Rises premier, along with many kids his age. It’s a popular theatre in our area, because it doesn’t rack up prices for midnight showings. I’d like to ask for your thoughts and prayers in his favor, and for all the other people, young and old, who fell victim to this horrible and unforeseeable attack. Thank you.
beneath hurt and grief
disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises.
I wonder… maybe if you refuse to ask whether you’ve been lead astray, or refuse to ask the universe or yourself if it’s possible you’ve been lied to/lying to yourself, THAT’S what makes you liable…. hmm. :/
Are there any rituals/practices/routines which must be preserved to achieve it???
I want to hear a variety of thoughts on this, if you have a religious background, can you include that in your answer? If not, that’s cool too, I still want to know!
My kind of macabre.
I have a fear, an anxiety which clings to me whenever I think about dying or losing someone I love, and yet I have a fascination with the macabre, and the finality, and the universal nature of death when it feels separate from me.
I need to learn to face this and accept it, and live so as, when my time does come, I can say “well, I am happy with the way I spent it,” and so that I can say “I feel that my soul will withstand fair judgement.”
How do you guys deal with the huge, unknown, inescapable idea of death?