If you look at Aristotle’s idea of the Good Man, it’s your typical Chad. Goes to top school, comes from aristocratic family, gets all the girls, healthy, wealthy, etc. But if you read about the early Christian monks, almost exactly the opposite. They were the poor, outcasted, people with leprosy, mania etc. Their king was a spiritual king, who loved intensely, merciful, benevolent, kind. Their writings are poetic, absolutely out there.
there’s something very powerfully true and necessary about the latter group. There’s one thing about being born rich and making the most of it, it’s like good job you didn’t fuck up. But it’s a completely different thing to be part of the group that supposed to fuck off and die, the ones with no hope and no chance, and to find meaning and purpose and worth even in their dirt condition. Then to find each other, to raise each other up, to preach not a proletariat revenge but an affirmation of their spiritual sovereignty and to forgive the wicked, as to start over again and make life good for everyone. It comes with the realization that being human means to suffer, but that we can heal and help each other, and hurt each other, that we can correct what nature had indifferently left determined. The legacy of the Christians is greatest legacy of Man the world has every known. Love, mercy, sacrifice, and redemption. the story and message of Christ won’t be forgotten
Suspend the belief in the metaphysics of it. Just as a story someone made up. How it affected people. How those people went forth. How their legacy changed the world. How those values matter just as much today as they ever have. No I’m not a Christian but I recognize good work when I see it.
With that said, I can’t stand any religion or person whose trying to tell me what to do for the sake of its own authority or status. If it has any of those things it’s because it’s true and good. Cuz the truth is the truth, the good is the good, and as far as I’m good and true to myself, I am to those things that reflect that within and without of me.
“What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim, I am not from east or west, not from land or sea, not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament, not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire. I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world, not from existence, not from being, from heaven and not from hell. ... I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me. I have no concern but carouse and rapture. If one day in my life I spend a moment without you from that hour and that time I would repent my life. If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you. I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever. O Sun of Tabriz, I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.”
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