If there was a book that described my life ... I can think of no worse words to be in it than: "did what was right in his own eyes". And today that is all I see in the world I live in.
We murder our children so we don't have to be parents. We steal from each other so we don't have to work. Children curse their parents. Fathers abandon their families. All in the name of our new god ... Self.
What a foolish and stupid god. To sacrifice to ourselves and our desires. Where ALL of it can be taken at the whim of another man. Driving home tonight all of it could be lost in a second.
But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation.
What an interesting truth. What thing most vexes the rich? The question of "Is there nothing more?" They only have worldly things. For wealth tempts you to imagine that the god Self is actually real. That "you" are all that matters.
And when "you" are all that matters ... you are alone.
The Cry of the Alien - Strickland Gillilan
I'm an alien — I'm an alien to the faith my mother taught me; I'm an alien to the God that heard my mother when she cried; I'm a stranger to the comfort that my "Now I lay me" brought me, To the Everlasting Arms that held my father when he died.
I was born where God was closer to His children and addressed them With the tenderest of messages through bird and tree and bloom; I was bred where people stretched upon the velvet sod to rest them, Where the twilight's benediction robbed the coming night of gloom. But I've built a wall between me and the simple life behind me; I have coined my heart and paid it for the fickle world's applause; Yet I think His hand would fumble through the voiceless dark and find me If I only had the faith that made my mother what she was.
When the great world came and called me I deserted all to follow; Never knowing, in my dazedness, I had slipped my hand from His — Never noting, in my blindness, that the bauble fame was hollow, That the gold of wealth was tinsel, as I since have learned it is — No, I've spent a life-time seeking things I've spurned when I have found them; I have fought and been rewarded in many a petty cause; But I'd trade them all — fame, fortune and the pleasures that surround them, For a little of the faith that made my mother what she was.
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