There's no point in denying that listening to someone else talk after they missed the point entirely is always a cringeworthy and uncomfortable experience. I don't care what the setting is. If you attended a seminar on computer programming and the attendee next to you's only takeaway was that the markers had a nice odor, you might cringe. If you're at the park, collecting mushroom samples and the people who walk past have their phones out... you know the feeling. It's when something is so radically off about the person you're witnessing or listening to that it is glaring that they truly missed the point. All of us enjoy a feeling of inclusion. We're living in a world now where even the delusional can create for themselves a life experience where even the most outlandish impossibilities are celebrated as possibilities. Take communion for example. People who eat crackers and wine or juice, repeat an incantation that literally translates to pure cannibalism. Is this the path they choose to be on? Do most humans submit to the cannibalist ideology of "eat thy neighbor"? Lawd I hope not. But yet, in theory, Cannibalism or simulated cannibalism is what is commonly practiced amongst Christians when they assemble. Fun Fact, there are 28 different words for Love around the world. There are also 215 synonyms for "Love" in the current thesaurus. Yet, time and time again they have boiled Love to mean.... ONE guy ONE time, this guy only and no other, eat Him. My mouth is so full of Jesus I'm beginning to vomit at even the hint or whiff of Christ off of anything now. It's repugnant that I'm required to tie my worthiness to some guy who at one point in time got himself nailed to a tree. Was it gruesome? Yes, Was it horrible? Yes. But I don't worship gruesome and horror. I worship family. I worship nature. Nature tells me every day in a million gazillion bazillion ways that it loves me just as I am. Just as I am. I am an expression of Love Myself. I don't need a diety to direct me and do my work for me. I'm down here with my family, aligned in purpose for the purpose of unity and harmony to the task of being stewards over a very tiny parcel of land. That's it. That in and of itself is Love. So, enjoy your Jesus Cannibal feast. I'm good. I've had my portion of rotting flesh and watered down blood. My cup runneth over and my mouth speweth bile. Hard fucking pass. So do us all a favor and enjoy your meal of flesh in silence. Be pious. But stop being so goddamn preachy and slapping the "Love" sticker on it and think any of us are going to be buying in. We're not. We've had our portion and then some.
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