Bliss

I refuse to know, anything to be true. merely everything has an opposite, every opinion has another opinion fighting against it. the world once exploded with Christianity, that lasted. then the world erupted into Buddhism, that lasted, but which one was correct, since they both ended? is the Buddhist way of life correct, or is there a man in the sky judging our sins?

see I don’t believe in either. I don’t believe in anything. My beliefs about reality lie deeper in the concept, there isn’t even a reality to begin with. oh, doesn’t that sound plain & stupid, maybe simple. A Christian would call that an excuse. A Buddhist would ask me if I was sure. I am sure. & if it’s an excuse, it’s a beautiful one.

we all desire to be correct. religion is grief, in every form since it’s no longer about the things it claims to be. it’s judgemental but denies it so passive aggressively. science is arrogant, it states it’s correct because someone observed something & made it real. that the world must believe science. that science is more rational than anything else. philosophers are ofcourse, dead set on theories that shape the lenses of belief systems & ideas.

what is an idea, really?

I’m qualified to be a scienctist if I go to school for an absurd amount of years & learn the teachings of someone else. I’m qualified to be a priest & teach religion if i say I love this man, we call God. If I worship someone other than myself & force others to believe that they can’t live as good of lives, if they don’t follow what I say. I’m qualified to be an philosopher, I mean I already am, in a sense.

isn’t everyone a philosopher? We all have ideas, & we attempt to convince those around us to believe in our ideas over theirs. see, we’re all qualified for everything.

that’s the qualification for life. no one is ever correct, but no one is ever wrong. we’ll fight wars & demand murder, but no one will ever be correct, about anything.

and the most ironic part is, we all forget this. we play devilish ego games, we create a whole identity, literally with the sole purpose of forgetting we don’t & won’t ever know anything. we spend our lives defending our beliefs & opinion sets, & we suffer because of it.

I learned to stop knowing. there’s nothing to know. & if there was, it wouldn’t be religious, scientific, or philosophical, no. I doubt it.