I was quite enjoying myself outside of your heretical ideas. If you want me dead because of your religious agenda, I propose your ignorance to be married with your own hatred. I was found rather absent of hate, without your illogical ideas corrupting my brain. I think maybe instead of hating each other we should enjoy life. I am not talking about peace loving hippie bull-shit either. I mean a paradoxical estimation of beliefs. Perhaps we drink the brew together and interpret what parts we enjoy, separating bias, focus on the object at hand. In a more tangible sense, life is the object, we both can agree by the conscious mind leading my fingers to type this, that I am alive. If I am alive, and life is my conscious state, than it would only make sense, to make my greatest effort to contribute focus and attention on life, and what will help preserve life.
childhood memories conversation with adult mind
by Trevor Markiv | Sep 8, 2013 | philosophy | 0 comments