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    Love has an affect on people, it allows them dismiss the obvious while pondering the impossible, or perhaps just the unlikely. The understanding, or illusions of reality necessary to circumvent conflict are often underestimated, as purveyors of faith have a unique ability to lie to themselves so believably, it is impossible to question their sincerity, only their ability to reason.

    “It says, right here…look, God created the heavens and earth and on the…”

    “You do realize that interpretation of creation is taken from a book written by people who didn’t know how to write, and were predisposed to believe what their eyes led them to believe. The stories, and yes that is what they are, were and are intended to give a sense of validity to those that pick your spiritual pockets, while you sit in a stuffy church on a hard pew, and pretend salvation is worth the discomfort. 

    If God were that concerned with truth, we would have had it implanted in us in the spirit of immunity, like the microchips that now regulate our belief, or lack of it, in government, or just about everything. You must see the similarities between religion and politics. They both are dependent upon promises that can’t be delivered, because they are illusions of a way forward, in a world that does not exist.”

    “Your understanding of faith is obviously regulated by your need to question the intent of people and their motives. Not everyone is as devious as you believe them to be. Faith, no matter how you interpret it, is simply a cultivated ability to accept the fact there are things, people, circumstances, that can’t be explained. Because they can’t be explained does not mean they should be dismissed as sinister or intent on stealing your soul, under questionable circumstances. 

    There are people who believe that God exists, because without a reward at the end of the rainbow, the rainbow is little more than the refraction of light, the illusion little more than colors painted on a sky by a kindergarten student. There is more to what we observe in many cases than what we believe we see, or can be explained. It is the ephemeral interjection of spirit into tangible objects, that, without the injection of spirit, would remain lifeless and incapable of inspiring hope.”

    “Is this about the spirituality that makes poets cry, painters scream, and writers cut themselves off from people to better understand the human condition? I feel we are living in a metaphorical environment where up is where we place it, and sunsets are beautiful because of the pain they exude; a bleeding process proven to be detrimental to ones vision of possibility as it drains the potential for creativity. 

    I get the feeling we are either talking about reality, or the illusion of reality. That place between where skepticism and indifference coexist. That place where dreams are fertilized, that place where dreams are aborted, that place where, given the possibility, we would all live, but for the vessels we are required to sustain for not only that place to exist, but where reality and the distortion of it pretends to.”

    “You see, you recognize there are places, even if invisible, that exist, because without them there would be nothing to contemplate, for the reality you speak of is all there is. It’s like looking at a pickle, and forgetting it was once a cucumber, and except for the addition of some vinegar and salt, it remains a cucumber. 

    I believe the reason we stop seeking answers to questions is because we either don’t want to know the answers, or there simply aren’t any. Some things can’t be explained because they are mutant attempts of logical thinking that deviate from the programmed expectancy of scientific endeavor. 

    What do you think of when you think of planned obsolescence? Logically it would require choosing materials designed by their very nature to fail in a given period of time. Everything though, no matter its makeup, has a life expectancy, a shelf life, that determines its ability to survive, and for how long. It is that place between the two examples where we find a reason to contemplate either, and for what reason.

    It seems as though we have ended up in the place between form and function, real and imaginary, love, and hate. We are products of our own understanding. Our beliefs are interpretations of that understanding. We live in the reality of a world we wish we didn’t, but are forced too by circumstance, and search the depths of our suspicions for answers to prove our fears may be right.”

    “So what you are saying is that God exists between reality, and the illusion of reality?”

    “No, I’m saying God exists between the tangible and the intangible, tolerance and intolerance, light and dark, that area that can’t be explained because it is unexplainable. That place where we go when we are asleep, where everything is real and unreal, where we live in spite of our own objections or others. That place we call heaven, because it implies there is a place where we are awake and asleep simultaneously, and we alone get to decide which realm we prefer.

    Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be absolutely certain of something, anything? So convinced that proof would be redundant. We need no longer to be content with belief because we know. That I believe is what we seek, even though we know, believe it to be impossible, and yet we continue to search for the illusiveness of it, because it holds the answer for our very existence. We become an integral part of the great evolutionary experiment that develops a soul. We become beings who have developed the ethics of morality, not simply beings who survive because we have the ability to climb on the backs of the generations before us, until it is our turn to divest ourselves of what we have learned, hopefully benefiting those that come after.”

    “You give any thought about what we should have for supper? I’m thinking something bloodless. There is something about sacrifice, that although it brings out the questions we harbor in that place you call a soul, and I all a refrigerator, that causes me to feel rather vegetarian. What do you think?”