(December 6, 2013 at 12:57 am)Esquilax Wrote:(December 6, 2013 at 12:51 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: This to me begs a question. Why are religions so obessed with what people do in bed?
It's really easy to create and nurture guilt when you try to attach it, divinely, to instincts and actions that almost everybody has, and indulges in automatically, not to mention actually wanting to do, 'cause it feels good.
Another layer on that large onion called control. Sometimes I think the authors of these religions knew a little more then we give them credit for.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
