Born on a Sunday, always approached that day with awe, even reverence, when I was a child, thought that maybe god had something planned for me.
It’s been years since I’ve buried god, the stirring voices have ceased.
Rational world that I inhabit, have to be more rational, at the stake of morality or anything else, be pragmatic.
Who has time for faith in an environment of wealth and acquisition, last great age of religion has reached it’s peak.
The poor and uneducated have to realize that for the elimination of national sovereignty to be successful sacred cows must be slaughtered, holy wars instigated, in practice if not in name.
I’ll walk with reverence around the fresh dirt, careful to not trample the laurels on the ground.