Sometimes Certainty

Maybe religion is just a kindness we afford our kin, somehow all individually aware that, what we want to give to others, is too much to ask of this universe, to give us a meaning to things that have no inherent meaning, so we create a process in the universe, a cosmic force, a God, to give us an answer when there either are none to be had, most of all regarding those that are too, confronting, overwhelming, to hope to solve.

If I held something in my hand, and I knew it as a physical force, for me at least, it doesn’t then follow that it stops existing. Even though, that is what happened. 

The hardest thing you can do, logically, is to account for everything, as it’s all consuming. It’s easier to create something that ignores as much as possible, that is limited.

When faced with grief, we try to see how many tears we can hold onto at once, and shutting off once one peers over the edge, lest, the rest see for themselves, and we’re left just subject to an inner machinery we can’t control.