Why the myth?
Immersion or Fate...
The line that divides the circumference between the world and the universe
is not more than a delicate silk string,
adorned with illusions and complex dellusional stories of how we were once
commanded by a strange form of control called fate...
Centuries of mind gazing and practical courage made some of us immerse,
and find what's beyond...
Christianity along with all other theistic beliefs systems is the fraud of the age,
Its serves to detach the species from the natural world and likewise each other,
Its supports blind submission to authority,
Its reduces human responsibility to defect that god controls everything in terms that crime
Can be justified in the name of a divine pursuit...
And most importantly,
Its empower those who know the truth BUT...
Use the MYTH to manipulate and control societies.
The religious myth is the most powerful device ever created,
Its serves as the psychological soil upon which other MYTHS can flourish.
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By Rachid
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To the reader,
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I gave you wondrous worlds to play as god
And characters to watch grow old
I gave you dramatic flair
To the fullest I could embellish
I sent you conflict and sin
Hope and resolution
I provided gray lines to dive into
And twisted lives for your pleasure
I did as your subconscious expected
While your mind was overjoyed at the unexpected
Because that is what a good author does
Plays the tune the reader wants to hear
Why else pick up a book for pleasure?
At your beck and command
I sent Heroes to their doom
Villains to their thrones
And Heroines to outshine everyone
Gave you lust and love, sometimes at the same time
Hatred beyond death, and the anger of the living
Let you taste the sorrow of a passing friend
As well as the sun kissed grapes in the garden
I wrote this all down for you
Bound it up and passed it out
Without thoughts of thank you's
But still I must press
For the answer to my own quest
To the reader
Why are you reading this?
By Rachid