sacred & profane

what is said to be

sacred

has never been such.

 

the fictions of religions have

plagued the minds of humans since

we made our first aurignacian

scrawlings in the haute garonne of

france.

 

there we began to carve our

images---

just embodiments of the world

around us but stretched out into

irrational fables which we then

held up high

to echo the shining sun.

 

wanting to have answers to

questions that brought amazement &

fear in all of our hearts---

but with which we had no actual

factual

evidence---

we worshipped our scrawlings,

& then we documented our insane

babblings

about the mystical nature of them,

& how they would affect our lives for

centuries to come.

 

what is

profane,

clearly is the power of these

fictions to arouse us to kill

to arouse us to destroy

to arouse us to hate

to arouse us to do whatever the

said

self-appointed representatives

of these fictions

demand.

 

when we as a species

finally

step out of the caves

it is only then that we will gain our own

authority

in ourselves & nothing outside us,

to pick up our eraser

and rub away the ramblings made by

people who had no access to the

scientific-method,

the technology that we have at our

fingertips today,

and the drive that we have now to keep

asking

questions

and not to settle for answers until we have

evidence to back them

up.