Three Hundred Eighteen

Posted on November 14, 2015 by John Swinburn

The horrors of humanity show themselves in unspeakable ways. I am thinking this morning of the people of Paris, the people of France, the people of this earth who continue to endure madness. Perhaps I would embrace religion if religion were not responsible for unimaginable horrors. Perhaps not.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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One Response to Three Hundred Eighteen

  1. jserolf says:
    November 14, 2015 at 6:20 am

    I can hardly bare any item for discussion from anyone over his/her religion or belief in god or angels, devils or any of that silly shit.

    When I hear someone speaking of their zeal for god, I cannot help but think dark medievalist, and that I might actually be able to sell this person on the existence of voodoo or that whales speak French at the bottom of the sea.

    I don’t laugh anymore. Ignorance and stupidity to that degree are not funny.

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