Anti Natalism | Continent's End @antinatalism1 | Uploaded October 2022 | Updated October 2024, 8 hours ago.
The more knowledge we attain we get farther from the shore of human centrality. The irony is we may have offended the actual god with our rush to superstitious conclusions or maybe the gnostics are closer to it. The "good" god is the underdog in this universe the evidence is all around. The "evil" god may be the real power. The power behind this universe and life force is not benevolent and is indifferent to suffering. Maybe in a thousand years if civilization is still around the evolution of human religions will catch up to this.
"Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that
watched before there was an ocean...
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our
tones flow from the older fountain."
Continent's End
At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain, wreathed
with wet poppies, waiting spring,
The ocean swelled for a far storm and beat its boundary, the
ground-swell shook the beds of granite.
I gazing at the boundaries of granite and spray, the established
sea-marks, felt behind me
Mountain and plain, the immense breadth of the continent, before
me the mass and doubled stretch of water.
I said: You yoke the Aleutian seal-rocks with the lava and coral
sowings that flower the south,
Over your flood the life that sought the sunrise faces ours that has
followed the evening star.
The long migrations meet across you and it is nothing to you, you
have forgotten us, mother.
You were much younger when we crawled out of the womb and
lay in the sun's eye on the tideline.
It was long and long ago; we have grown proud since then and
you have grown bitter; life retains
Your mobile soft unquiet strength; and envies hardness, the
insolent quietness of stone.
The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your
child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that
watched before there was an ocean.
That watched you fill your beds out of the condensation of thin
vapor and watched you change them,
That saw you soft and violent wear your boundaries down, eat
rock, shift places with the continents.
Mother, though my song's measure is like your surf-beat's ancient
rhythm I never learned it of you.
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our
tones flow from the older fountain.
Romans 1:20 and the person who wrote that had no knowledge of earth history or natural history. If I take Romans 1:20 to heart the christian god would not be the god that I would think of at all.
I think if one studies natural history and history in general it is hard to see how the christian god is a good explanation for what we see of creation. I do not see a benevolent god who watches the sparrow would be in charge of what has happened on earth for half a billion years. Millions upon millions of years of dinosaurs and their demise and at least 5 mass extinctions in earth history alone with an asteroid knocking off the dinosaurs from their throne. Its a record of amazing death and destruction long before mankind showed up. I think its about what you meditate on. You meditate on a man dying on a cross loving you personally. Try meditating on natural history and millions of years of that drama instead. It just doesn't go together. I do not believe we use our imagination enough on natural history. We humans use it on fictional characters alot when you see how much entertainment and stories we consume. We are more interested in stories we tell than the day to day grind of the blood and guts of life on earth for millions of years. The christian god just seems too small and human centered to be the god of the earth much less the universe.
The more knowledge we attain we get farther from the shore of human centrality. The irony is we may have offended the actual god with our rush to superstitious conclusions or maybe the gnostics are closer to it. The "good" god is the underdog in this universe the evidence is all around. The "evil" god may be the real power. The power behind this universe and life force is not benevolent and is indifferent to suffering. Maybe in a thousand years if civilization is still around the evolution of human religions will catch up to this.
"Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that
watched before there was an ocean...
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our
tones flow from the older fountain."
Continent's End
At the equinox when the earth was veiled in a late rain, wreathed
with wet poppies, waiting spring,
The ocean swelled for a far storm and beat its boundary, the
ground-swell shook the beds of granite.
I gazing at the boundaries of granite and spray, the established
sea-marks, felt behind me
Mountain and plain, the immense breadth of the continent, before
me the mass and doubled stretch of water.
I said: You yoke the Aleutian seal-rocks with the lava and coral
sowings that flower the south,
Over your flood the life that sought the sunrise faces ours that has
followed the evening star.
The long migrations meet across you and it is nothing to you, you
have forgotten us, mother.
You were much younger when we crawled out of the womb and
lay in the sun's eye on the tideline.
It was long and long ago; we have grown proud since then and
you have grown bitter; life retains
Your mobile soft unquiet strength; and envies hardness, the
insolent quietness of stone.
The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your
child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that
watched before there was an ocean.
That watched you fill your beds out of the condensation of thin
vapor and watched you change them,
That saw you soft and violent wear your boundaries down, eat
rock, shift places with the continents.
Mother, though my song's measure is like your surf-beat's ancient
rhythm I never learned it of you.
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our
tones flow from the older fountain.
Romans 1:20 and the person who wrote that had no knowledge of earth history or natural history. If I take Romans 1:20 to heart the christian god would not be the god that I would think of at all.
I think if one studies natural history and history in general it is hard to see how the christian god is a good explanation for what we see of creation. I do not see a benevolent god who watches the sparrow would be in charge of what has happened on earth for half a billion years. Millions upon millions of years of dinosaurs and their demise and at least 5 mass extinctions in earth history alone with an asteroid knocking off the dinosaurs from their throne. Its a record of amazing death and destruction long before mankind showed up. I think its about what you meditate on. You meditate on a man dying on a cross loving you personally. Try meditating on natural history and millions of years of that drama instead. It just doesn't go together. I do not believe we use our imagination enough on natural history. We humans use it on fictional characters alot when you see how much entertainment and stories we consume. We are more interested in stories we tell than the day to day grind of the blood and guts of life on earth for millions of years. The christian god just seems too small and human centered to be the god of the earth much less the universe.
