Da Vinci Code and Other Theories

God please, come quickly!

Today I was thinking about abortion, and you know what? It's true, it's the parents' right to kill that baby, we can't really limit them. We cannot put limits on their freedom. And you know what, it's a person's right to engage in relations with someone of their same sex, and marry them, and even adopt a kid. We can't stop them, it's their right. By what earthly premise do we keep these freedoms from them?

There's nothing we can do. Moral Principles are dissolving in the solvent of personal freedoms.

I'm reading the Da Vinci Code, and I'm almost done with it. What a frustrating book. of course everyone educated in their own religion knows that man messed with the bible, that the translations are faulty, that it isn't the unadulterated word of God. Of course this holy book is a fabrication of the early church in a quest for power. So says Dan Brown. But what Dan Brown forgets to assess is that Dan Brown's opinion is no greater than the opinions of other humans. And the fact that Dan Brown doubts the validity of my religion does not exactly concern me.

He is right though, to a point, isn't he? God gave us minds to think and to ponder and to reason. What transpired 2,000 years ago? I haven't a clue. What has gone on since then? I have no idea. I could say "oh what the hell, I believe" but something tells me that is not the belief God wants.

And maybe again we aren't supposed to be so keen on knowledge. Wasn't it knowledge that got us here in the first place? Or more precisely, the Tree of Knowledge?

We are a lazy people. The more reason we have for God, the less we desire to seek Him out. Who knows what the world believes in? Not in Christianity, not in athiesm. Then in what? Ourselves? God help us if that's our religion, because we will certainly destroy ourselves.

I see a vision of the future, and it is terrible. Dissatisfaction abounds. Purposeless dominates. What is our responsibility if we have no morals? Where do we turn if we have no principles? By what standard will we judge ourselves?

I see a terrible world. Without God, we are blind. With God, we are blind, but at least we struggle to see. At least we know what we have lost, and seek it. I will not be content with my blindness. never. Even if I never see. That is the difference between Mr. Brown and I.

God please, come quickly. I cannot bear to witness what the future holds.

Thoughts on Spirituality

I went to church today. Yes indeed it is true, I affilliate myself with that religion. I cannot claim the title "Christian", for I am certain I hardly meet the criteria. I sang scarcely a word during worship, and I missed most of the speech due to my mind leaving temporarily to develop a sermon of its own. I do remember the pastor being a very sincere character whom I was satisfied with.

There was a section on the service where I distinctly remember multiple church-goers crying. Maybe they were tears of joy, and maybe they were tears of sadness. I'm not sure. But it confused me. Why is it always in these overly-intense moments that people find God? It's with hands raised and tears streaming down their face. I have never found God in these situations. It is when I fall down on the couch laughing with my best friends, or when I see the intependent benevolence of a young adult, or when I whipe sweat from my eyes and see instead a glorious landscape of mountains that I see God, and quietly say "thank you."

God is present in all areas of life. He should not be recognized only between the pews of a church aisle. And that means we have "real" moments with him outside the pews. God is not all intense happiness and intense sadness. He is the subtle joys and the solemn griefs. It would be awkward if your spouce was always exploding with excitement when he saw you. There is a place for comfortable silence. This is the same with God.

I remember as a child, my church would have these intense worship sessions. They gave me a distorted perception of God. God is only there when you're overwhelmed with lights and sound and thoughts and emotions. The heaviness of it all was too much. I didn't want that god, and I still don't. I wanted peace, love, happiness, and the other six fruits of the spirit. Well, I haven't found those yet. But I know where I went astray. Anyway, if anbody reading this knows where they can be found please let me know.

-Whistletrunk

Whistletrunk's First Post

This is my first post, and the first time my voice has ever been heard in the great realm of the internet. I have burst into life here, where my new colors may flow forth and seep down into the deepest crevaces of the world. There is now two of me: The man behind the computer, and the man portrayed on it. Like Romulus and Remus, as I am nurtured to maturity, the time will come when only one may remain, to become the king of his domain. It would be a fair trade, if one of us perished in the founding of something so great. I will make this a template for my life, a canvas on which to place my thoughts and feelings. Perhaps a man, confused with Life's great questions, will clumsily stagger onto this Blog, and will be then filled with... what would it be... contentment? No, surely no golden quality of that kind can be found here! But there may be other things. Might the bronze metals of encouragement, fascination, and appreciation be found in my words? I hope so. For now that I have sprung into being here on this very website, my first act will immediately be to use myself to help the others, and in doing so possibly even help myself. Some say kindness is a balm that heals both the patient and the doctor. The same can be said for so many things: Faith, Peace, and Love. Well, as I have shown very little of these traits in my entity behind the screen, I might as well try to use them while on the screen. With no further adue, let us embark on this modern Aenid, and see what may come of what may come.

Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo, which is Spanish for "May 5th". The day before that was Quatro de Mayo. The American independence day is The Fourth of July, which is English for "July 4th". I imagine if the French had ever achieved independence instead of always concerning themselves with stomping it out, they might have a similar tradition. These cultures are quite different, and yet here is a trend identical in both. Is there no other holiday that posesses the title of the date it is on? Even on New Years Eve, we do not shout "Happy January First!" No, there is something here, and it speaks to a spirit of humanity. Independence must be something truly great to achieve such status in the popular minds of two great civilizations. It is enscribed on our soul, etched into our genetic code. It is almost a shame I do not lack it. For if I did, I would rise against whatever force held it from me with such a fire inside, with such a brilliant conflagration of passion, the stories sung about me would dwarf the event itself. There would be death, yes. There would be destruction, yes. But, there above the ashes would be that spirit of humanity, close enough to touch and almost tangible in its potency. It would breathe out of its mouth and I would enhale its essence, fusing through the limbs of my body the tingle of adventure. But not the fleeting kind one recieves at the end of a brilliant novel, but the kind that melds to your muscles and becomes the laquer of your bones! That is surely what they felt that day, chanting "Cinco de Mayo! Cinco de Mayo!" across the muddy corpse-ridden battlefield. But I have my independence, and I should think that is almost a pity.

-Johann Wistletrunk