Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!” — As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? — Thus they yelled and laughed.
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Where is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him — you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Where is it moving now? Where are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And you TBPers have killed him.
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us — for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto.”
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars — and yet they have done it themselves.
It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: “What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?
I wonder … how many churches you TBPers went to today, if they are actually tombs and sepulchers of your God? It’s just a question, not an accusation.
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The (I think) Hindu’s have a saying that if a man will take a single step toward God, God will rush a hundred miles toward him.
In my life I have found this true.
The key to this is in taking that single step toward God, not taking one away from him and pretending it is really toward him.
None.
Life is good and has been good for the last 70 years; best this planet has ever been for the multitudes; food, water; indoor plumbing; heating systems, and most important of all – oil.
When the oil stops, the churches will fill again.
edit @ 9:06…….Should have included medicine (medical and dental) and transportation; am sure there are others.
“It is the OIL of kindness that lubricates life’s activities”
—- Sam Wigglesworth
Smith Wigglesworth (1859 – 1947), was a British evangelist who was important in the early history of Pentecostalism.
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This world is our church if we just open our eyes to it.
Or not.
Spoken like a true Wiccan!
And to think you wouldn’t join my coven. Balderdash!
Romans 1: 19 and 20 –19For what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood from His workmanship, so that men are without excuse.…
I never replied on that thread. Don’t know enough about wiccan to contribute any thoughts. Don’t want to belong to anything
I stand by my original statement above.
I didn’t read it or reply either–obvious attempt at slinging to foment argument on this site to create “post levels”.
I’m not liking the current trend here with a lot of intentional articles written to ensure arguments and division among those of us who should be united in the on-coming ( on going?) cultural war for our very liberties.
On the Internet, the purpose of any blog is to obtain hits. It is not about ‘division’, but everyone knows there are different opinions, especially those affecting an emotional stance, thereby effecting an emotional outburst.
BFD
NB: Go tell a Musloid that the 72 Virgins have been replaced by 1 Goat. See what happens (I don’t know the answer but it could be immense joy and you made a friend for life).
What would happen would likely be someone losing their head about it.
Javelin (stuck in your ass)
Stop being a Fucking Moran!!
You’re a moron because you opine on an article based on your ASSumptions.
If you had the balls to look at it before commenting, you would have discovered that it was based on a news story that appeared on Drudge a couple days earlier …. that Wicca is the fastest growing religion amongst American teenagers.
One would think a Good And Noble Christian such as yourself would be interested in such a thing … rather than sticking your head in the sand … or, up your ass.
And, if you don’t like the “current trend” here, how about you just hit the fucking road, Jack??!
Lastly, fuck your “unity” bullshit! Wake up and smell the fucken roses. This country is beyond becoming unified.i even wrote an article. Your sensitive snowflake ass probably couldn’t bother with that one either. Punk.
Blessings ;})
Yawn–name calling doesn’t bother me.
Also, I must have struck a nerve because that is exactly what you have been doing— you said so yourself in one of your posts about selecting topics to get everybody slewing a bunch of hate at each other—-jews, muslims, religion…..
PS: Reposting some Drudge clickbate is hardly a credential for a Standard of Excellence or veracity. They also post articles about UFO’s, Bigfoot and a Hollywood producer’s secret code showing the moon landing was a hoax.
I don’t choose to read about Yeti’s, little green men or people who think they are witches casting spells and with magic powers………
I have never written / submitted a post to inspire hate. Shitfests? Possibly?
Hate comes here naturally. I, myself, do hate many things. You don’t, cuz you’re such a wonderful Christian.
Once again, you ASSume. Doing the research for the article confirmed the veracity of the Drudge headline. YOU also could have confirmed it with a few clicks. But, you’re too fucken lazy. You’d rather fling shit.
Aaaaaand Stucky’s church is starting to fill.
Or a Zarathustran
ganga mon,ganga–
Stucky, almost everything that needs to be KNOWN about God is in that parable. To understand that parable is to understand, “Greater is he that is in me, than he that is in the world”.
Excellent Preacher Stucky. The construct is still a mystery to the world.
Just stop killing people and pay back the national debt. God likes people who don’t commit mass murder and ripp other people off. Maybe he will come for a visit. Bonus point: stop lying. (much easier if you don’t kill and rob people)
I liked your comment, then 2 hours later it seemed to me that stopping killing and paying back the debt is just wishful thinking regardless the morality of same.
Sad
I don’t ‘go to church’. Many of the worst people I’ve know were church goers and regular bible readers. They seem to think that since Christ already ‘died for their sins’ that they can just treat people any damn way they want. I don’t think it works like that. God is NOT dead or dying. Our understanding of that which is beyond understanding evolves, lags, changes over time; then renews. Don’t worry about the path other people are on, the only path you should be concerned about is your own.
Read the rest of the Gospel sometime, the books of Enoch, Thomas, Mary (Magdalene), Philip and Barnabas.
Many of the BEST people I’ve know were church goers.
Many of the worst people I’ve know are Atheists and queers.
IMO
Queers in church. THOSE are the best people I’ve known.
I didn’t know you went to Church.
Me neither.
how intimately did you know them?
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by.
If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them.
If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have live a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.
I am not afraid.”
Marcus Aurelis
Churches? “Why seek ye the living among the dead? Luke 24:5
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When you eat brownies, do you choose the ones with the least shit in them or the ones with no shit at all?
Why would God use a different standard for sin in men?
Safe to say that “religion” will not be a rallying point on SHTF Day.
“The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley”. (The best laid schemes of mice and men / Often go awry.)
Of Mice & Men & churchmicemen mincemeat bye-bye-miss-american-pies…fee(simple)fi(nance me!)fo (sho)fum(bling)….
I was out and about the property assuring all the deer on our acreage that they are safe here except for the areas we are currently hunting. They are cool with that. Locals used to poaching our land will get used to it.
The madman should get in touch with his inner deer hunter and see if he can’t find a path to God that might seem unlikely until you view it from a deer cam and realize what appears to be a briar patch is really a cover for the deer path beneath it. Sneaky sneaky does looking for those rutting bucks they smell all over the place here.
How many people believe I penned this article?
Hint: The answer is a two letter word which starts with “N” and ends with “o”.
The madman says, “God is dead! We killed him”.
God smiles, and forgives him; God is not threatened by anything mere men do or say.
Look up “omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent”.
Love Thy Neighbor does not mean :” and hate everyone else”.
Now excuse me, I have to get back to detesting all those politicians, queers, straights, Islamics, Africans, pedophiles, MIC pawns, FSA takers, Republicans, Demoncrats, Independents, religious righters, atheists, bankers, SJWs, Antifas, NRA drones, Greenpeace pinkos, polluters …
Are we hard-wired to hate? Or just too stupid to consider any other path?
Sunday mornings get to me … too much time to think.
“Sunday mornings get to me … too much time to think.”
Go to church. There, you don’t have to think at all.
Those who study humans say that the world becomes smaller for us again as we age. Is it because our senses dull and we can no longer see and hear? Is it as simple as a grape giving up its juices and becoming a wrinkled raisin? Those same people who study us claim that the center core of us, the essence of us is accentuated as we age while other behaviors diminish. This may explain why a negative person becomes a cranky ass hat when old, versus the little old lady that force feeds children cookies and candy as she pats their back. Some of the questions from our youth become important irritations and unignorable itches that need to be scratched and answered before we die. And there lies the question of an Almighty. Some need no sermons. Some of us were raised in the warmth and glow that all Christians of the time wrapped themselves in. For me, I realized that I have no fear of death and seek no life among the clouds with angels and cherry colas. If we don’t seek heaven, then what was my life for? I am not prideful, yet I take comfort knowing that having traveled this trail I carried neither crutch nor excuse. There is no reason to defend a god or blame one, they did not invent love or hate. What is evil, but the hate of self and others. If your god can’t flick evil away like a dry turd on the path then he has to follow the same laws as me. The church is not a tomb. The church is a theater Stucky, and like the saying on the well lit marquee “Ch…ch. What’s missing UR.
I was intrigued by that imagery. Bravo.
Stucky, you read any Nietzsche lately?
Winner, winner. Chicken dinner!
Not chicken…Venison.
Me thinks you conspire to provoke me….
God is not dead. Love is not dead, yet I cannot prove it’s existence, yet it persists as a real thing. No child survives without a modicum of it.
There IS a thing called the collective unconscious. And hidden in it is the Sacred ~ distilled by millions of years and eons of evolution.
The all seeing eye suspended in middle of the words Göd Gød Gõd all represent the Good ~ of what we mortals believe. Two eyes of human understanding reveal aspects of the unknowable. More will be revealed it you seek it, ask for it, believe in a higher power dissolved in the air we breath and the water we drink. And I do not allude to those vigilantes below the skyline, somewhere, having sex as they monitor us.
You do have a choice to believe or reject, except in Islamic canon.
I share something from the ether of the internet I tucked away long ago:
indecipherable cause wallace stevens
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/248700
There’s a temperament that favors the absolute; also a temperament that finds the absolute uninteresting, possibly shallow in its dismissal of time. I suppose a person who seeks meaning, conventionally the religious temperament, wishes to be transfixed. How else to recognize the presence of truth? But to others, the term Truth is dangerous, or false. It places one at risk of blindness, rigid obstinacy, the stubborn refusal of contradictory impressions or evidence. And obviously the nature that rushes forward, that prizes momentum and finds change enlivening, runs risks too: the refusal to discriminate, among other things. But I think the point at this moment in the poem is not to propose highly reductive types for identification but to suggest a kind of doubt—and sorrow, since in either case certain experiences, certain perceptions, will be missed. Obviously the maker of categories is the truth seeker, but a truth seeker who mistrusts his habitual tendencies.
And then there is this, supplied to me unsolicited from Word Press:
‘God’ is the father of all fractals. He [Thomas Campbell] hypothesises that solar systems, galaxies and human bodies all evolve through the same natural pattern. Life, the universe and every form of being and existence starts from any point (no beginning or end) each self evolves its existence in a continuous pattern of processes. Darwinian mechanics followed this same process to populate the world with diverse life forms. All forms of existence follow an identical pattern, biology, (cells) molecules, (chemistry) and atoms (physics). Time and space time all execute their own version of that same basic model within their unactualised past, present and future probabilities. If we consider that the big picture is a consciousness driven fractal image. We are a repetition of all that is within us and all that exists that we have interacted with.
I was busy all night with meditations….
Whatever.
Almost everyone has heard the phrase “God is dead”. A few know Nietzsche made it famous. Even fewer know it came from his short story “parable”. That’s why I posted it.
“The all seeing eye suspended in middle of the words Göd Gød Gõd all represent the Good ~ of what we mortals believe.” – ZaddikiteTrollsky
If it sounds like a rat, smells like a rat, looks like a rat ….
In the Name of Sophia,
Diogenes