…..A chair sitting arms length from a table, suggests a soul pushed away that was able, our minds are like a television with its own cable, and this is what we call stable, religions sparked from our inanimate surroundings, this is astounding, facts are overwritten, experiences and intellects become smitten, leaves a developing culture sit’n; science comes along and provoked a loud good riddance, the goddess Apophenia has lost her kittens; no she didn’t, it’s the same mind that’s skitz’n, lacing up his mittens, rocking back and forth with firearms crossed in a padded room, mumbling science isn’t religion.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Loved this write with its cleverly woven meaning in metaphor. The conflict between the religious and scientific mind. Nicely done and a fave
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