Fine Arts Annual Display 09'...epochs are traversed in search of him. time in which civilizations were built and destroyed. the sacrifices that we have made; cutting out our own beating hearts at the altar, pillaging our own homes and burning our own children. all merely an attempt to placate an insatiable hunger...
stones, metals, mountains, rivers. our hands have carved, bent, melted and molded them all. even as wars have been waged and battles have been fought over centuries, during which we pushed ourselves to the limits of our imagination and resourcefulness in turning stones and sticks into a screeching messiah of instantaneous death and annihilation. we put our only world at stake to build a house for him who shall never come down to us. was all this was but an illegitimate bastard's attempts at finding the approval of his father and to appease and uphold him? him, who had forsaken him at birth. him, who had walked away a long time ago.
we shall burn the ones who say otherwise. we shall rape and murder the ones who oppose us. we shall eradicate the ones who stand in our way. and in doing so we shall find our rightful place beneath the feet of our father when the day of reckoning comes.
...time is held still as we find the peace within ourselves. a sense of belonging with the world around us. a world that was created in immense beauty. a mirror to the joy that our birth brought to him...
the gentle fragrance of the blossoms of spring bring to us the message from him. we are to be flowers ourselves and spread the love that we have been infused with to the ones around us. bring joy to the beleaguered and tired eyes of our fellow men. like the flower of spring does to our eyes. we are to heal the wounds of misguided hatred with our compassion and save this world that we have been bestowed with for the many children of our father who shall one day come following in the footsteps of our father himself.
we shall rebuild that has been destroyed. we shall restore the joy that has been taken from us. we shall embrace all those whom we meet. and in doing so we shall one day meet our father who shall embrace us into his arms when our time comes.
stones, metals, mountains, rivers. our hands have carved, bent, melted and molded them all. even as wars have been waged and battles have been fought over centuries, during which we pushed ourselves to the limits of our imagination and resourcefulness in turning stones and sticks into a screeching messiah of instantaneous death and annihilation. we put our only world at stake to build a house for him who shall never come down to us. was all this was but an illegitimate bastard's attempts at finding the approval of his father and to appease and uphold him? him, who had forsaken him at birth. him, who had walked away a long time ago.
"we are the angry children of an angry God."
we shall burn the ones who say otherwise. we shall rape and murder the ones who oppose us. we shall eradicate the ones who stand in our way. and in doing so we shall find our rightful place beneath the feet of our father when the day of reckoning comes.
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...time is held still as we find the peace within ourselves. a sense of belonging with the world around us. a world that was created in immense beauty. a mirror to the joy that our birth brought to him...
the gentle fragrance of the blossoms of spring bring to us the message from him. we are to be flowers ourselves and spread the love that we have been infused with to the ones around us. bring joy to the beleaguered and tired eyes of our fellow men. like the flower of spring does to our eyes. we are to heal the wounds of misguided hatred with our compassion and save this world that we have been bestowed with for the many children of our father who shall one day come following in the footsteps of our father himself.
"we are the happy children of a joyous God."
we shall rebuild that has been destroyed. we shall restore the joy that has been taken from us. we shall embrace all those whom we meet. and in doing so we shall one day meet our father who shall embrace us into his arms when our time comes.
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...so which child are we?
12 comments:
ummm... i dunno.. u know me better u gotta answer which child i am...
:-) umm i am confused now...
d'Rat: confused is a good thing. for now though, go sleep. maybe the answer shall hit you in your dreams...
...tell me tomorrow!
i d like to be the good child of the joyous god...
others may have their own answers! :)
Neha: just a little contemplation of the ideological extremes that we live in...it is either 'this' or 'that'! never a route that trespasses in between.
either we are Heroes or Villains.
...to each his/her own! i guess...
nachi are you repeating Heroes dialogues again? I shall refer this matter to Amu :P
btw, a deep post from you but taking this as it is provides the best answer I think.
happy children of an adventurous god is my take :) the world is to be lived, the life is to be survived and the days are too beautiful that we can just sweep aside the sorrow and stare out of the windows at a lovely evening.
we realize the reality that half of the world is burning of religion, but then sanity might come someday.
i am the happy child of a gracious god
I am the happy child, of a God who has been extremely kind to me till date :)
*touchwood*
Children of an angry God ! Phew ! Are we children of a lesser or a bigger God !
God? A very entertaining concept :P.
Anyways, moods of children need not match that of parents. Especially non existent parents.
Anyways who's the mother? Why are we bothering so much about father only.
Call in the feminists!!!!
Ghosty: heroes end up dead, eventually! villains just die earlier...sanity is something that i don't think we shall see anytime soon. what we need are survivors who shall learn not to make the same mistakes.
Chriz: you my brother are related to Loki! i know that...you are way too funny for any other God! :D
Saima: like i said before, why do we have to be either of the extremes? can't we just be what we are...Humans...and not some child of God!
Kavi: i don't know. that's why i ask.
Stupid: the one mother i have is more than enough!!! didn't need any more...call all the feminists ya want, just don't call me Mum!
:)
Im both the happy child and the angry child. We cant be one without the other.
And that doesnt mean we go and do what every 'Angry child' does...but ofcourse we do hv those same emotions deep within us, though we dun act upon em all.
:)
nice one there Nachi!
Keshi.
I want to be the follower of the latter. God is but love and only love. People who kill the weak in the name of God have no religion. Hence no soul. Period.
Loved the narration!
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