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“Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature — is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.”

“There are certain rules of logic that science has to adhere to, and there are good reasons for that; faith by contrast ignores all of that outright, preferring to believe whatever makes one happy. I want people to understand that accuracy and accountability actually matter, not just in academics but also as a point of integrity and honor and as a general rule in life.”

“You would absolve your Gods of guilt?” Tariq said, sounding surprised. “You would absolve humanity of responsibility?” Amadeus asked, scornful. “The deferral of consequence to higher power is the deepest form of moral cowardice conceivable. Even your precious Book agrees, Pilgrim – we have a choice.”

“Do not recite words just to prove to yourself and others that you know and love God; for he already put his breath and light inside you. Instead, put truth in your every word and action, and always let your conscience steer and guide you.”

“Ale każdy wie, że u nas władza świecka tak samo jak i moja służyć ma jeno Najwyższemu Panu i rozdzielić tego się nie da. Bo w Rzeczypospolitej tak jest, tak było i będzie o wieki, że przed ołtarzem i ksiądz, i biskup, dziedzic i starosta, sędzia, książę czy król sam, wszyscy jednako wiarę wyznają i z Bogiem na ustach i Maryją w sercu władzę sprawują. (...) A ludzie? - machnął ręką. - Stokowski, toż to hołota głupia. Wiara, strach i bieda to teraz trójca twoja, która połączona w jedno, posłuszeństwem się staje. Pójdą za tobą jak te owce na rzeź. W Boga wierzą i w Kościół święty. Czarta się boją i głodu. To wystarczy. A jeśli wroga wskażesz i jedność wokół niego stworzysz, to i głód, i biedę łatwiej przetrwają.”

“[He] seemed to possess, beneath it all, an immutable sense of self-assurance, but in addition to that, the look of a man ensnared by what he perceived to be his own Duty. A Duty that effervesced inside of him impatiently, dry at the mouth, shaking feverishly, and holding its breath in anticipation for—not his action, but in fact—the fruits of his actions, however distant these may have been. The goal was to satiate its thirst in as few moves as possible, instilling each action with an almost implied necessity for having a motive by which it must exist, which is to say that no action was to be wasted for anything, but only for that which was rooted in some definable and clear-cut purpose...Every action had to be a step in some direction and there could be no dillydallying, for Duty bubbling in the bloodstream for too long brought with it a kind of sickness...from which it was difficult to recover. Neither could there be any reconsideration, for the values to which one has sworn were unassailable and beyond the powers of one individual to reassess. And so, Duty, once instilled, must be allowed to carry on unabated, diverting sustenance away from other aspects of one’s character—driving them to a weakened state, brow-beaten by circumstances beyond their immediate control and relegated to their own downtrodden acquiescence to the bravado of the Parasitic Superego, and, as such, cognizant of their growing superfluity.”

“Jesus didn't write a single word in his life, the church convened time and again, and cooked up the bible as you know it, with possibly some elements drawn from actual life of Jesus - everything you know about the Christ was manufactured by the church with the sole purpose of marketing faith in Jesus as the only path to divinity. This my friend, is not divinity, it's blind faith at its most primitive form.”

“We are not sheep or cows. God didn’t create fences for us or boundaries to contain our nationalities. Man did. God didn’t draw up religious barriers to separate us from each other. Man did. And on top of that, no father would like to see his children fighting or killing each other. The Creator favors the man who spreads loves over the man who spreads hate. A religious title does not make anyone more superior over another. If a kind man stands by his conscience and exhibits truth in his words and actions, he will stand by God regardless of his faith. If mankind wants to evolve, we must learn from our past mistakes. If not, our technology will evolve without us.”

“If all men are made in God's reflection, then why do some people continue to acknowledge only what is in their part of the mirror? If every man was created equal and in the image of God, then how can any man claim that one race is better than another?”

“It is debatable whether blind faith is truly faith at all. Faith is the perceptive gray area where scientific facts meet an individual's experiential truths - the extreme of the former is left feeling in the dark whereas the latter is caught blinded by the light. By proper scientific method, it is intellectually dishonest for me to declare the existence of God with utmost certainty, but to my individual spirit, I would be intellectually dishonest to deny the existence of God even for a second. This leaves the best of both worlds, as the believer is called to be able to give reasons for his faith, a deviation from mere fantasy.”

“WHAT IS TRUTH? Truth is not a thing Or a concept. It is as multidimensional In its meaning As it is in its reflection. It is both invisible And visible. It carries tons of weight, But can be carried. It is understood first through the spirit Before science, And felt in the heart, Before the mind. Truth is not always heard by reason, Because reason sometimes Ignores Truth. Always listen to your conscience. Your conscience is your heart And reason is your mind. Your mind is simply there to reason With your heart. But remember, Truth is in your heart, And only through your heart Can you connect to the light of God. He who is not motivated by his heart Will not see Truth, And he who thinks only with his mind Will be blind to Truth. He who does not think With his conscience, Does not stand by God, For the language of light Can only be decoded by the heart. He who reads and recites words of God Also does not stand by God – If he merely understands Words with his mind But not his heart. Truth is black and white, And the entire spectrum Of colors in-between. It can have many parts, But has a solid foundation. Truth lacks perfection, For it is the reflection of all, Yet its reflection as a whole, Is more beautiful Than the accumulated flaws Of the small. Truth is the only brand Worth breathing And believing. So stand for truth In everything you do, And only then Does your life have Meaning. Poetry by Suzy Kassem”

“This does not mean that the one presenting the hypothesis should be resolute to disbelieve his or her postulate but rather the person should be resolute to leave the expressed opinion should they be thoroughly convinced of its lack of accuracy and poignant truth. Whether this truth is made through poetic license and artistic dramatic presentation or through clinical analysis of facts or both, the truth must be embraced not merely denied by blind faith of either new atheism or religious ideals. New or old is of no consequence, only truth and compassion are of value.”

“Using the scientific knowledge that we currently possess, we can take simple logical steps, backed by the strongest evidence that we have, to come to the best and most reasonable conclusion that God is the cause of everything - all without ever taking even a single step of blind faith.”

“God of The Blue Rock (Sonnet) God of the gaps cannot be God of the world, and God of the world should not be abused as god of the gaps. As puny apes on an insignificant blue rock in a tiny backwater of the galaxy, we know nothing about the origin of the universe, but I can tell you one thing for a fact of earth biology, it has nothing to do with the anthropomorphic god of all the scriptures. If all it takes is a couple of burning bushes, magic tricks and fairytales to quench your quest for truth, you have neither the brain, nor the backbone, or the heart to explore truth. Fairytales provide nourishment for the mind, but only as tales of fantasy, not of truth. Myths are crucial part of the social fabric, but they must never become the backbone of society.”

“I place neither faith nor facts above the human, both must elevate human condition, or else both are equally redundant. History is full of people who were correct and cruel, history is full of people who were religious and animal.”

“The Naskar Paradox (Sonnet that shouldn't exist, 2588-2592) I am the rip in time, that heals the fractures of space. I am the variable of love, that nullifies the constants of hate. To be is not to be, life begins beyond the fate. I am here, I am early, even if you arrive late. When one Naskar dies, a thousand Naskars will rise. Naskar is a madness, signpost of love against lies. Sciences and theologies are my playthings, I'm the pulse before reason and scriptures. If apes pollute the pulse of life with dogma, it is testament of an underdeveloped nature. No telepathy, no clairvoyance, human presence is the miracle. No mind reading, no brainwashing, eagerness unlocks the oracle. The question is the answer, the urgency is the calm. Clocks measure coins, not time; my bruises are my balm. I am beyond your backward singularities, larger than language models and libraries - just a conduit made of stardust, I'm empathy circuits written in verse. Look up from your gypsy tea cups, outside your make believe starcharts, shake off the spell of hollow algorithms, reality speaks through human tears. You hunger for pride, I hunger for life. You hunger for tall walls, I hunger for tall humans. You hunger for future, I hunger for the present. Being is belonging, attachment is advancement. Love is not the absence of pain, but the willingness to face it. I'm every story ever suppressed, every wound that never got stitched. I am not old, I am not young, I'm possibilities unsung. I am paradox made flesh, heartbeat born of cosmic hum. I'm not in sonnets or equations, yet all in me, silly mortal attempts to pen the infinity. You're still searching for unified theories, I'm the memory before divisions crept in.”

“Sonnet 2713 Every monkey thinks toxic masculinity is nobility, every monkey thinks blind faith is divinity, every ape thinks tribalism is divine fury, and brainless loyalty is patriotic duty. Every ape confuses superstition with spirituality, every ape confuses conspiracy with curiosity, every ape confuses fear with reverence, every ape confuses exclusivity with supremacy. Every ape thinks their flag is the flag of god, every ape thinks their land is the land of god, every ape thinks their lingo is the lingo of god, every ape thinks their text is the text of god. Takes a human to feel empty without others, takes a human to feel incomplete when alone. Absolute self-sufficiency is a mental illness, you gotta be extremely selfish to be happy on your own.”

“Naskar it! (Sonnet 2855-2857) At birth they tag you with a flag, a script to follow, a tribe to brag - tell you to fit in, don't ask too much, keep your fire, but never touch. Unfurl your fiber, and refuse the script, don't make pilgrimage out of jungle myths. Break the narrative, you break the spell - end of nationalism is end of the animal. If the world's on autopilot, interrupt it! If the truth feels dangerous, then conduct it! If compassion seems radical, then ignite it! When justice calls your name, answer it! Don't just think it, Naskar it! Don't believe it, Naskar it! Question everything they permit, if it's not human, don't submit! Abolish the silence, and Naskar it! Stand your ground, and Naskar it! Love your neighbor before your leader - don't just talk it, Naskar it! No book on earth can claim your mind, no single truth defines humankind - no crown, no creed, no sacred shrine outweighs a heart that dares to shine. Take your doubts and carve the key, unlock the cage of them and we. You're more than cattle and veggie, you are Your own Holiness and Majesty! Don't assume it, Naskar it! Don't preach it, Naskar it! Every truth they counterfeit, confront it, expose it, Naskar it! Shoulder the world, and Naskar it! Walk the oneness, and Naskar it! Human first, that's all there is - no exception, go Naskar it! Every wall they built on prejudice, tear it down, and dance on it! It's not a noun, it's a verb - it's what you do, now Naskar it!”

“I was mortified that I could spend a lifetime with someone and not know them at all—that I could love someone so blindly and never question who they really were. Was it stupidity? Or is that merely what love actually is—to see the good, to love the good and wonderful and ignore the rest? I think that is what I used to believe…I don’t believe that anymore. Love is seeing every damn rotten thing about someone and loving them anyway. It’s not being too afraid to look deep inside another person and still being able to see all the good messed up in with the bad. Love is accepting the shit as well as the roses. I think I failed to ever smell the bullshit. I only smelled the roses and never realized that it is the shit that makes the roses bloom.”

“The...act of surrender—or devotion, as the case may be—was, to him, a kind of lifeline for those who sought a quick answer and didn’t want to stick around long enough to see their doubt through to its ultimate conclusion. A conclusion, which, of itself, was a bittersweet paradox—for how could doubt simply cease to exist by any stretch of the imagination? Doubt was, nonetheless—from his own perspective—the only inclusive insight into the nature of a Truth exclusive of conditions.”

“One form of honesty has always been lacking among founders of religions and their kin:—they have never made their experiences a matter of the intellectual conscience. "What did I really experience? What then took place in me and around me? Was my understanding clear enough? Was my will directly opposed to all deception of the senses, and courageous in its defence against fantastic notions?"—None of them ever asked these questions, nor to this day do any of the good religious people ask them. They have rather a thirst for things which are contrary to reason, and they don't want to have too much difficulty in satisfying this thirst,—so they experience "miracles" and "regenerations," and hear the voices of angels! But we who are different, who are thirsty for reason, want to look as carefully into our experiences as in the case of a scientific experiment, hour by hour, day by day! We ourselves want to be our own experiments, and our own subjects of experiment.”