Ancient Clues

Rage Against The Machine

Life is

 Life is what you believe it to be

 so why not believe the very best?

God

A debate on the existence of God is a debate between nothing and something. Some people argue for the existence of something and some people argue for the existence of nothing. We take sides between the war of nothing and something. We claim one side as the glorious truth and the other a mere delusion. We believe with extreme faith that one side will come out victorious in the end sending the other into abyss. Now is there a problem within this situation?

Let’s think about the relationship between something and nothing more carefully. Could something exist without nothing also existing? Could we notice the mountains if there was no flat land to compare it to? Could we know it was day if there was no night? If one thinks deeply about this issue one will sense that something and nothing can only exist if its opposite exists. One side cannot exist without the other. There is no sense in one side trying to eradicate the other because it will bring their disappearance as well. Something needs nothing to be true and nothing needs something to be true. If you understand this you will come to view that the true nature of god is neither nothing nor something. The true nature of god is the whole of nothing and something.

And it is best to talk as little about the whole because the instance you attempt to describe the whole you make it into either something or nothing. No words would give justice to the whole including the word whole itself because words limit our minds. Even the word God only takes away from our understanding of the true nature of God. I could write a thousand pages about the the nature of God and in the end I would have simply succeed in reducing God from everything to something. Words that define God will only create a certain boundary within our minds and limit our understanding of God.

At the same time we should be talking about God all the time. And when I mean talking I mean celeberating! Instead of debating about who's on the side of the true god we should be celebrating all ideas as different flavors of God. We should celebrate the Buddhist ideas, the Christian ideas, the Islam Ideas, the mystic's ideas, the scientific ideas, the nature's ideas, the atheist ideas, and every little idea about God from any single individual. We should absolutely celebrate these ideas with joy and happiness.

The final note is if God is the whole of nothing and something what does this imply about ourselves?

War is OVER!

IF YOU WANT IT

Chimes of Freedom by Bob Dylan

Chimes of Freedom

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll

We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

And for each and every underdog soldier in the night

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched

With faces hidden as the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain

Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaken

Tolling for the outcast burnin' constantly at stake

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

And the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

All down in taken for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the mute

For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute

For the misdemeanor outlaw chained and cheated by pursuit

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed

And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones on their speechless seeking trail

For the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale

And for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hang suspended

As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look

Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse

And for every hung up person in the whole wide universe

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

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