I am the only God that I find to be worthy of worship.
Instead of diluting my essence with stories and worship in false gods I choose to be honest about my human nature. I'd rather be honest with myself about my urges, thoughts, desires, feelings and whatnot... even if some of those things contradict one another. Self-awareness is the key.
What the religionists hope to do is reconcile some of these contradictory feelings through stories and fairy tales instead of just admitting that we are animals and that not everything we think and feel is going to make sense.
Hail Satan!
Instead of diluting my essence with stories and worship in false gods I choose to be honest about my human nature. I'd rather be honest with myself about my urges, thoughts, desires, feelings and whatnot... even if some of those things contradict one another. Self-awareness is the key.
What the religionists hope to do is reconcile some of these contradictory feelings through stories and fairy tales instead of just admitting that we are animals and that not everything we think and feel is going to make sense.
Hail Satan!
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
