Fundamental problem with Religion

Written in 2008-

Before I get into this post just a few things I’d like to clarify, this was written when I was 17, during this time I was attending a private school and studying religion. To be c honest my family is a Christian household but with the influence of my grandmother that adapted many things from multiple different belief structures completely I had a very open mind towards other religions but in the long run, don’t classify myself as a very religious person.

By me writing this I am not trying to cause any offence towards any social group nor use this to put any other religious group above any other, these writings are pure speculation and thoughts on pros and cons in multiple sects of religious living, so don’t start sending threats just take these thoughts as they are and leave it at that.

Today we were asked to put forward or thoughts on different religions, we were asked to come to the front of the class and write our thoughts on the board, so that we could see the differing opinions of different beliefs, from the way the teacher took my contributions to the class, I DON’T THINK HE LIKES THE WAY I THINK, so with that here is the things I wrote on the board:

  • Christianity– you are told not to sin because upon death you face divine judgment and upon the end of the judgement you will either spend all eternity in the light of heaven or burn in the fire of hell, but due to the ever-changing lifestyle of the human race almost everything is classified as a sin these days and it’s almost impossible not to piss off god even though he himself sins more than all of us, he’s a little pervy. But from the core beliefs of Christianity if one does run over a person whilst kissing his neighbor’s wife whilst in a stolen car, as long as you repent your sins you are forever forgiven in the eyes of god, so heaven must be a pretty shitty place.
  • Islam– has the same end game as Christianity but they don’t believe in having priests because it is against the virtues of the one true god, but the big issues are some of the things they condemn as sins are very archaic, if one wishes to eat something they must check if it is purer than silk, we can not devote ourselves to worldly figures of high stature meaning no superheroes. but if one even opens one’s self to the beliefs of any other religion, its a straight shot to hell.
  • Hinduism– the way we live life is then judged in the end and we are either rewarded or punished for the life we had led, they also believe that all living things have souls and depending on how good or bad we are the higher or lower we move on the ladder of rebirth. For example, you’re good you move towards a higher plain of existence depending on whether this is your first or second good life but if you’re bad you move down and will become some form of animal. So therefore the burger i just ate could have been one of my relatives.
  • Buddhism– has the same belief structure as Hinduism, you do well your next life will be good, do bad and your next life will be bad. Besides this in the Tibetan side of Buddhism it is believed that people who do bad things are still being controlled by the animalistic tendencies of their previous life and have no way to change them, so therefore if I do bad there is nothing I can do because the dog in me won’t piss off until I die.

The teacher asked me why I have no faith and would choose to try and be funny at the cost of insulting the beliefs of millions of people, I then responded with “Dogma, if god came down and said to you everything you know about faith is wrong then by your Faith, you would believe him”.

a wise man once said “It’s not about who’s right or wrong. No denomination’s nailed it yet, because they’re all too self-righteous to realize that it doesn’t matter what you have faith in, just that you have faith. Your hearts are in the right place, but your brains gotta to wake up.”- Kevin Smith-Dogma(1999)

Paradoxical Humour

So I was going through one of my old Philosophy notebooks and notice these weird excerpts of text, they’re mostly analogies to explain the different paradoxes we were learning and yes I know some of them are about the same thing but I frankly couldn’t be bothered organising them into sections. So here are some of the ones I found throughout multiple books and they’re fun for a browse through the last one is a little questionable.

  • In the words of Socrates “yes sir, i will teach you about apples, but I can’t teach you about fruit”. Each lesson learned is a new lesson that must be taught.
  • The more something scares you the more it must be done, except for clowns not going anywhere near them…..No way…….no……no…..no…….no.
  • Man, this teacher is a butt plug, hmmm does that make him a buttplug. (the less one cares for others, the less they care for oneself).
  • The Earth added Mars on facebook, but yet still only talks to him once a year and in this moment the Earth realised that the more he tried to become connected the deeper his isolation he felt.
  • Skateboarder thinks he’s going to nutter butter on the rail, then Damn right he’s going to nutter butter on that goddamn rail. The more you look to failure the truer it becomes. 
  • Holy crap that dudes nose is huge…..owwww wait….. it’s mine. The more you hate something about someone the more you hate about yourself because you’re avoiding the mirror.
  • “No I will not let you hold my baby,” Jeremy said as he lit up a cigarette from behind his ear. The less we trust, the less we can be trusted.
  • Nobody likes, Nobody likes, Nobody likes a Try Hard (sung by some preppy dingleberry band from the mid-2000’s),  the more we try to impress the fewer people that are truly impressed by you.
  • GodDammit Russel why the hell can’t you setup my fricken mac you said that you knew how to use Linux, Windows and Mac. Bertrand Russel-“the more conviction someone holds to be the absolute truth the less the know on the subject”.
  • “Hmm, excuse me, sir, what ice cream flavours do you have,” Tim said to the clerk,”well we have chocolate, vanilla, strawberry and bull feces, but I only have one scoop and I haven’t changed the water all day,” the clerk said. The paradox of Choice- the more options we are given the less each one appeals to us.
  • “but Jim I’m nothing but a square, I’m only two-dimensional how can anyone ever love something that is two dimensional,” Linda said, “Dammit I’m a cube, Linda, we were made for each other,” Jim proclaimed. The morale of the story, the more honest we are about one’s negatives  the more perfect we become in everyone’s eyes.
  • From now on all diamonds are now free, yes free, just look in your pockets, the thing that was once worth thousands is now free, what will you do with them, propose to your one true love, well, too bad she wants a salt ring now. Scarcity Paradox the more available things become the less we desire them.
  • A million dollars to the person who can move one of these rocks to the top of this building, Peter pushed towards the stairs inch by inch he made his way to the top, hours pass and Peter is a now a mere floor away from the finish, with no sign of the other competitor anywhere near him he pushed on, but as he peaked over the final step to see the finish line he noticed the elevator. The harder we strive for something the harder it becomes.
  • “How did he die?” claire asked, “faced his fears” Anthony Replied. “What were they and did he conquer them?” she asked, with a small snicker “he was afraid of dying” Anthony replied. The more fearful of death we become the less we live.

P.S I’m gonna keep an eye out for more in my other notes from school hopefully I can find a few more gems.

Holy crap…. I’m an adult

Many men and women ponder the question, at what point do we become an adult, For many it is defined by the number of years you have wondered this planet, but in this can you really call yourself an adult, because truthfully who really knows how old we are, most of those who know are too close to see the painting for what it really is. Some few believe it’s not who you are but what you are, that the true definition of one’s stature is only defined by the actions we take, the finite decisions that completely affect everyone around you and how we compose ourselves in those situations, with this again we come to the same conundrum, who knows about these acts, and they don’t paint the whole picture.

With these two sides, we get to the chewy centre of the issue, at what point or moment do we become an adult, ladies, and gentlemen I have the answer. Let me paint you a picture, late afternoon, a young music enthusiast is setting up for a major music event that he’d been planning for a year, to play this event for hundreds of people, with excitement in his heart and a pep in his step he eagerly set up his gear and after a hard hour of work he was done. Then as he was about to put on a smooth track to sound check he hears a crash behind him, he quickly turns with terror, “god I hope that wasn’t my gear” he said  with a worried tone, as he turned he saw a small child pulling at one of his speaker stands, with a mellow tone “hey buddy watch out we wouldn’t wanna break it, or I won’t be able to play music“, with a cheeky smile the young boy runs to what could be guessed as being his mother(have I painted a picture for you, no, sorry i don’t have many crayons to work with). In this moment a storm appeared, the heavens parted, the world came to a stop, as the Dj looked around “what’s going on, am I a superhero” he muttered under his breath, then it happened, “sam, leave that man alone” she said, BAM, the skies cleared and everything went back to normal, but once everything appeared to go back to normality the boy had disappeared, poof, gone.

With this I give you the moral of the story, you could be pushing ninety, you could be a firefighter running out of a burning building, no matter what you do or who you are at the end of the day you will never be an adult until a complete stranger refers to you as a man or a woman. This is only true because they are just walking past the painting, they see the whole thing in mere seconds and they can make up their minds whether you’re a boy or  man, girl or woman, in just seconds this happens but it scares for a lifetime, because truthfully who the hell wants to be an adult.

Grasping to become ungrasped

Written in early 2012

Today I realised one Truth, mankind is born with three hands two to hold onto the world and one for the world to hold onto them, as we walk through life at first the third-hand goes unnoticed as a child this hand pushes us along helping us discover the world find new things and add them to our collection of memories while covering our eyes to the reality of life. Alas, this does not last forever as we as a person grows this third hand begins to let the reality in because as a true fact this hand does not grow it remains the same for our entire lives. The moment we are shown the light one of two things happen you either try to hide behind the hand trying to shield yourself from the light or you leave the hand behind, either one of these paths have both positives and negatives but no one can choose either path without discovering how life’s road will be coated, will it be coated smoothly but with massive pot holes or will it be rocky with speed bumps.

If one decides to shield themselves from the light using the hand this becomes harder then playing peek a boo using a chopstick but with this safety net nine times out of ten no light will be seen by the person and they can remain blissful for the most part. Sadly everyone knows life is not predictable even if you could see the future so that one time out of ten life is going to take that chopstick and eat its dinner while it watches you try and grab it back leaving you cowering in the corner second guessing everything you know like a kid lost in a supermarket.

On the second side if one decides to leave the hand behind you will be tested day after day for the rest of your life all because that bloody hand that you have left behind wants you back, one can not live in the world without the world trying to hold on, this hand constantly tries to pull you back down with its problems this intern keeps you in reality. think of it like a staircase every step you go up be it from a happy moment or a fond memory the hand with pull you back down one to keep you here in reality, with this in mind it is not a bad way to live because you have ups and downs more down when you really think about it. Truth in the fact this is the world getting a full grasp of you and it happens but this is merely a speed hump and they are short lived because we truly believe we don’t need the hand to live.

To be honest I have lived both ways and don’t like either one of the paths both of them cause you to rely on a greater power that in truth never really exists but everyone needs the world because without the world we might as well just be brains in beakers. after many years of going between these, I had a moment where what I thought was a speed bump was, in fact, a ramp that I was barrelling towards with a giant chasm beneath it. The moment I hit that ramp me as a person would go down into the chasm and become engulfed by the world and lose myself in it, or I could stick my hands out and try to grab the edge as I reach the other side and pull myself out of the chasm and go on living life. The truth is I fell and I fell hard and I had no choice the world had got me but as the light began to fade and my life began to flip through the choices whether to accept its fate or try to grab the wall, something happened, as I saw the end beneath me ready to accept it and await the hard smack of nothingness I felt something in my hands as I looked back I was punched hard in the stomach by that bastard of a third hand and in that moment my eyes were opened. Little did I realise that when I hit the ramp I wasn’t alone, turns out that my hands were holding onto my family, my friends every person I ever knew or loved and when I decided to fall, my choice would decide their fates as well, to make them fall with me. In this darkest moment, I have ever faced my mind was hit with a bolt of lightning causing me to come to a truth that i had been looking for my entire short lived life there is a third path we can take, not to hide behind the hand, or even try and run from it. The truth is that hand that I’ve been blabbering about is in fact just wanting  us to hold it and bring it with us because that hand is the hands of our family and friends mashed together into one and if one of person falls we all fall.

so what am I getting at with all this dribble, even though you won’t say it you love everyone that has touched your life, the more you run from the world AKA the third hand or try to use it as a shield you will one day be grabbed so hard you can’t breathe and the darkness will creep in. Learn to accept the third hand or the world and carry it with you.

At the end of the day, you are in fact the third hand for everyone else. 

Written, lost, found and rewritten  

By Dasko 

 

Don’t let others read….. On second thoughts.

Along time ago (well to me it was along time ago) a wise man told me “that ever man women and child even if they were sane, deranged, smart or slow everyone needs to process their thoughts into writing. Be it on the napkin of their last drink or even in the middle of a research paper due the next day, if everyone took five minutes out of the meat grinder they could find their place in the universe and once again find a flow to feeling perfect”. With these wise words in mind ever since that moment i would write down everything that was going on be it, writing down that my teacher was being an asshat in detail or writing a short story about a cat that was really a dog but deep down really was a horse it didn’t matter to me just the feeling of the pen or pencil or crayon or texta in my hand writing out my worries or triumphs it made my mind at easy. But in keeping with the clause  that my sensei set before me when he bestowed this wisdom on me “for this technique to work you may never boast or search for gratification from anyone who isn’t you, these notes you write or draw are your own and thus will never be wrong nor right”, i never showed anyone or ask anyone if this sounds cool (i was 16 at the time give me a break) and these notes became a secret, a little oasis in a world that was defined by me, if i wanted to write a speech being spoken by someone who can’t use the letter A i would do that or ponder the question was it the colour orange that was named first or was it the fruit (i later found out that it indeed was the fruit) i didn’t care the only one who was going to read it was me. These notebooks would last about a month then i would purposely lose them, be it chucking them in a box full of other random items or chucking it in a suitcase that i never use,  i did this because out of the blue i would find these books months even years later down the track and it would be a small time capsule into the mind of a mad man aka ME it really put everything in perspective but after i read them a second time nine times out of ten i would throw them away never to be seen by mortal eyes again unless some how a piece of it has been recycled into your printing paper then Ssssssshhhhhhhhh keep it to yourself. Now you’re probably wondering to yourself if he does this then why the hell is he putting it on the most open source ever known or maybe you’re  just saying MEH!!!! with a loud shrug of the shoulders and with a roll of the finger you will never hear from me again, the truth is I’m not putting up all the things i write down because the truth of the matter is i don’t know you and everyone has secrets, also i don’t just write them down in books i also right on everything and anything so i lose a lot of them. The point of this blog………(sorry i just threw up a little because i would never have really done this if it wasn’t for a certain something that will remain nameless) is for me to bring you highlights and general banter i have with Thomas(my saner self) in an effort to one day maybe help someone who just needs to balance on the line between sanity and losing oneself to the dark side( yes i just used a star wars quote i am a geek get used to it).

I close this with a thank you for taking the time to read this because we all don’t have a lot of time in this world and i can’t believe you have given me some of yours.

Kind regards

Dasko