Holiday hiatus

My last post dealt with illusion. Then came the holidays. I feel like I’m losing my motivation to blog, mostly because those I would like to be reading what I post either read and stay silent or just don’t read. Plenty of like-minded readers comment on my posts or on Facebook where I link to my blog. But from those I wish would read?

*crickets*

This is not a complaint or a whine, mind you! It is a lament. I feel sad for those firmly ensconced in a cult…or cults (we can belong to many!). They are loved ones.

They, in turn, feel sorry for me, being eternally damned, an apostate. Lost forever. The hole found in an otherwise eternal family.

This appears to be an unassailable divide. Yet I rail at it! I. Want. It. Gone!

I want my loved ones to wake up! I’m sure they would love to welcome me back to the fold. I am, however, no longer a sheep!

The curtain has been pulled back and the Great and Terrible Oz has been found to be a humbug. There is no evidence for gods. There are only the mythologies mankind created from its collective fear-soaked imagination to explain what could not be explained at the time.

It’s the 21st century now and time to put away childish myths. Trust in the natural. Set aside the supernatural.

Prove me wrong. The onus is on you, believer. I triple dog dare you.