gypsy wrote:give to all kindness,not just friends,but enemies also~
a true gift of love ,is forgiving~~~
That sounds almost like something Jesus would say. You know, I always wanted to believe in Jesus, and that a person such as him existed, and I still do think a Man named Jesus existed once upon a time, but I have trouble believing what people have 'attributed' to him for one reason or another.
Even with most of my relatives dropping like flies, I never gave much thought to my own mortality, well, not until recently. I never visit grave yards. I’m just not into the culture of death, when you’re gone, you’re gone, period, end of story. About the only concession I make, is that each year on my Moms birthday, I say a few words to my mother. Things like: Hi Mom, well I was thinking about you, and just wanted you to know. I guess next year I'll do the same for my Dad. It’s not like I think they are up in heaven or something, I don’t, but I still manage to say something, even though I can’t explain why. Being the self-centered asshole that I am, the only thoughts I’ve had of my own passing concern how those I’m leaving behind will deal with my death. I have no thoughts or concerns of an “afterlife" should there be one, it will come as a major surprise, like a real major surprise.
Look, I fucked up a lot in my life, but I never once did anyone wrong, at least not deliberately, not knowingly. Of the things I did that were less than good, I am truly sorry, truly contrite. That’s the best I can do. If there is a God, he gave me a mind, an intellect that made it impossible for me to accept what religion taught me about Him, so it ain’t my fault if I missed the message. My views on religion have much to do with my views on death, neither scare me.
Make no mistake about it, I sincerely wish that there was going to be a wonderful afterlife, a peaceful, wonderful place, but I just don’t buy it. And by the same token, I don’t believe that there is an awful place where I will be tormented forever more because I wasn’t able to accept the premise of an afterlife.
There is much to be said for being a heathen, you get to sleep in on Sunday, and it makes dying a hell of a lot easier…lol