That was quite amusing.<quoted text>In ever human there lies a dormant energy, this energy has no name, some call it the "anti-soul" some call it "The energy of reason" It lies dormant because in order to access this energy your mind must be "cleared' from all preconceived notions. Only free thinkers and Atheists can access this energy. Theists have their minds dialed to preconceived ideas about everything found in the cosmos and cannot unlock this valuable energy source. Since "ALL" people of religion have preconceived ideas about every aspect of life, this energy is unreachable. Those that CAN tap this energy find it opens a universe of unlimited possibilities. The awe and majesty that results is so much more satisfying than pigeonholing everything into one total unreasonable event, filled with mythical beings and magical events.
Those that can tap this valuable resource can begin the journey of discovery. For those where religion has dictated a preconceived answer, the journey of discover can never really begin. Oh, some will say there are scientists who are deeply religious and still can take the journey of discovery, but once a preconceived attitude is set, the hidden energy can never be released, so the work these scientist do is ALWAYS tainted with their preconceived ideas, and they can never really take part in the journey of discovery like those without such preconceived ideas.
I am so glad I can tap this energy, the cosmos is so much more awe inspiring. Poor you!!!!
I have a few of those T-shirts in my drawer.
Oh, my young friend with a not fully developed appreciation of music, this old hulk you see has sailed the calm and stormy seas, setting sail and reaching many ports. It has survived broadsides and pirates. It has also been caught in the irons and struggled to get under away. It has passed perilously close to the rocks. It has been caught in the stills, baking in the sun, the varnish peeling, the sails dry rotted away, and ship's stores depleted. It has spent the last many years drifting, following the currents and the breeze, gazing upon what passes in view. Reflecting on what it has seen in the past in its travels and the false notions that led it into those stills or a bad tack. It can no longer struggle against tides and winds. It just waits and enjoys the view until the sea claims it.
Oh, my young sprig, this old persimmon has weathered storms, drought, extreme heat, and the bugs. It has lived its life. It has experienced just about all a persimmon can experience. It is ripe, maybe a little overripe, and ready to drop to the ground to start a new life, or to sustain another one. The sun, wind, rain, and the bugs, no longer bother it. You may see it fall past you as you grow. If you survive the sun, wind, and the bugs.
I'm not on here to save your soul, or to gain knowledge that won't do no good in this manifestation. This is just passing time.
You ain't been no place I ain't been. You should listen to you elders more, laddybuck.
Or something like that.
Reminds me of a song.