sealybobo
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This song teaches people to just cope with their shitty lives here and now in hopes of eternal life after we die. Suckers.
Translation. Was the concept of god that taught me to be a good person and to not worry too much about suffering now or death because heaven awaits. Wishful thinking by some old ignorant ancestors of ours who were very superstitious and gullible.
I once was lost too but now I've woken up to the fact there is no god. No biggy. I didn't suffer the billions of years before I was born I'll be fine when I'm dead.
I believed for many years and no grace appeared.
When did the lord promise you anything? You're reading a book that was written 110 years after Christ. The lord never said nothing to you.
If grace is what got you this far, what got me this far?
Grace did. Just because you don't recognize or acknowledge that grace doesn't mean it doesn't work even in your life to some degree.
The grace of God saves all mankind. Especially the believers.
Wishful thinking.
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which theres little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides. Carl Sagan
When I became convinced that the universe was natural, that all the ghosts and gods were myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell. The dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts and bars and manacles turned to dust. I was no longer a servant, a serf, or a slave. There was for me no master in all the wide world, not even in infinite space.
I was free to think. Free to express my thoughts, free to live in my own ideal. Free to live for myself and those I loved. Free to use all my faculties, all my senses. Free to spread imaginations wings, free to investigate, to guess, and dream and hope. Free to judge and determine for myself. Free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the inspired books that savages have produced, and the barbarous legends of the past. Free from sanctified mistakes and holy lies. Free from the fear of eternal pain, free from the winged monsters of the night. Free from devils, ghosts and gods. For the first time I was free.
There were no prohibited places in all of the realm of thought. No error, no space where fancy could not spread her painted wings. No chains for my limbs. No lashes for my back. No flames for my flesh. No Masters frown or threat, no following in anothers steps. No need to bow or cringe or crawl, or utter lying words. I was free; I stood erect and fearlessly, joyously faced all worlds.
My heart was filled with gratitude, with thankfulness, and went out in love to all the heros, the thinkers who gave their lives for liberty of hand and brain, for the freedom of labor and thought to those who fell on the fierce fields of war. To those who died in dungeons, bound in chains, to those by fire consumed, to all the wise, the good, the brave of every land whose thoughts and deeds have given freedom to the sons of men. And then, I vowed to grasp the torch that they held, and hold it high, That light might conquer darkness still.
-Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899)