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I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals.

I need their beauty and grandeur

against the dirty color of military uniforms.

I love the powerful words of the Bible.

I need the force of its poetry.

I need it against the decay of language

and the dictatorship of worthless slogans.

But there is another world I do not wish to live in,

a world in which independent thinking is despised

and the finest things we can experience denounced as sin.

A world in which our love

Is demanded by tyrants, oppressors and assassins.

And most absurdly: people are exhorted from the pulpit

to forgive these creatures and even to love them.

It is for this reason we cannot just put the bible aside.

We have to throw it away completely.

There it speaks only of a void,

hollower than our god.

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In his omnipresence the Lord observes us day and night.He takes note of our acts and thoughts

 

But what is a man without secrets?  Without thoughts and wishes that he and he alone knows?

 

Does the Lord our God not consider His stealing our soul with His unbridled curiosity? A soul that should be immortal?

 

But who would in all seriousness want to be immortal? How boring to know that what happens today,this month, this year, does not matter?

 

Nothing would count. No one here knows what it would be like to live eternally. And it is a blessing we never will.

 

One thing I can assure you: It would be hell, this endless paradise of immortality.

 

It is death, and only death, that gives each moment beauty and horror. Only through death is time a living thing. Why does the Lord not know this? Why does He threaten us with an endlessness that can only be unbearably desolate?

 

I don't want to live in a world without cathedrals. I need the lustre of their windows, their cool stillness, their imperious silence. I need the holiness of words, the grandeur of the great poetry.

 

But just as much, I need the freedom to rebel against everything that is cruel in this world. For the one is nothing without the other. And no one is forcing me to choose.

 

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