question for the believing parent

all diseases have treatments & ways of avoiding their infection.

when a parent of a child

experiences

with an odd mixture of shame,

humor & wonder,

that very first lie

which their children tells them,

does this parent experience the same feeling that they

themselves did

when they found out that

santa

wasn’t real?

 

like the slim difference between

a hysterical laughing face

&

a hysterical crying face,

that flipside reflection

of being let down by

reality,

comes swinging in your direction,

cornering you in the ring---

and do you believe in some kind of

creator?

 

as a parent who will lie to their child about

santa,

will you continue to conjure,

piggybacking on that greatest of great lies---

passing it on like an

std of the heart & mind?

 

in remembering the insignificance of

praying to a work of fiction,

why do you perpetuate that same

dissatisfaction that comes in perpetuating

your own perceived societal obligation

to

believe,

when in all honestly,

you are lying to yourself every day of your

life?

 

paraphrasing mr. maher in his work of genius,

“religulous,”

certainly, not believing that a fat man with a beard

could possibly deliver presents to every good little

boy & girl on this planet

in one night,

has a familiar ring to it,

when you consider the possibility of an

omniscient being

answering all the prayers of everyone that is

praying

on this planet,

every single time they ring in.

 

in a related

tangent:

it seems justifiable that when churches, temples

& mosques get tax breaks,

that in return,

the believers who attend weekly,

should have to wear some kind of prophylactic suit that would

keep their children from being

infected with

disease

before they have a chance to protect themselves

with rational

inquiry.