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Post by scream on Dec 26, 2023 22:47:46 GMT
I wanted to believe, I wanted to fit in with the rest, but I just never could, because it simply never made any sense to me on an intellectual level. I lost count of the number of times I would lay in bed at night, reasoning with myself as to why God must exist, only to wake in the morning to find all my hard work had been in vain. I started on my journey of doubt at around the age of 6 and by the time I was 9, the journey was well and truly over. My first year of primary school was spent at a Catholic School, which was run by nuns. My parents were never particularly religious, but I think they felt that a private school was a better choice than a public school, as it would give me certain advantages in my life. The teaching staff were a mix of religious and secular teachers, with a Mother Superior in overall charge. Thankfully, I spent the rest of my educational career in state run public schools. However, even though I attended various state run public schools around Australia after my first year, I still occasionally attended Religious Instruction wherever it was offered. However, I gradually found myself coming into conflict with the religious teachers more and more. In the last school were I attended RI, I was constantly getting into arguments with the nuns, because I kept asking awkward questions, instead of simply accepting their word for the way that things were. I once got home from school to find to giant penguins sitting in my loungeroom. After they left, Mum told me that they thought I was a bright boy, but that I was a disruptive influence in class. Apparently, when they told my mother that I kept asking awkward or inappropriate questions, she replied that unless they were prepared to answer them, they shouldn't expect me to stop. By then, I'd already made up my mind on the matter. And now for a musical interlude... How did I not see and like and listen to this back when it was posted?!?!? (It must have been the day that I was drinking.) The pipe organ is the perfect instrument for this piece; as each rank is added to the mix, the sound is richer and fuller. What a treat! My late husband had issues with nuns when he was being a troubled juvenile, and he ended up atheist, also.
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Post by ant-mac on Dec 26, 2023 23:06:52 GMT
I wanted to believe, I wanted to fit in with the rest, but I just never could, because it simply never made any sense to me on an intellectual level. I lost count of the number of times I would lay in bed at night, reasoning with myself as to why God must exist, only to wake in the morning to find all my hard work had been in vain. I started on my journey of doubt at around the age of 6 and by the time I was 9, the journey was well and truly over. My first year of primary school was spent at a Catholic School, which was run by nuns. My parents were never particularly religious, but I think they felt that a private school was a better choice than a public school, as it would give me certain advantages in my life. The teaching staff were a mix of religious and secular teachers, with a Mother Superior in overall charge. Thankfully, I spent the rest of my educational career in state run public schools. However, even though I attended various state run public schools around Australia after my first year, I still occasionally attended Religious Instruction wherever it was offered. However, I gradually found myself coming into conflict with the religious teachers more and more. In the last school were I attended RI, I was constantly getting into arguments with the nuns, because I kept asking awkward questions, instead of simply accepting their word for the way that things were. I once got home from school to find to giant penguins sitting in my loungeroom. After they left, Mum told me that they thought I was a bright boy, but that I was a disruptive influence in class. Apparently, when they told my mother that I kept asking awkward or inappropriate questions, she replied that unless they were prepared to answer them, they shouldn't expect me to stop. By then, I'd already made up my mind on the matter. And now for a musical interlude... How did I not see and like and listen to this back when it was posted?!?!? (It must have been the day that I was drinking.) The pipe organ is the perfect instrument for this piece; as each rank is added to the mix, the sound is richer and fuller. What a treat! My late husband had issues with nuns when he was being a troubled juvenile, and he ended up atheist, also. I hoped you'd like it. :)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2023 0:42:09 GMT
I spent an untold amount of hours trying to lift an X Wing out of a swamp. Some people told me it was possible and that size matters not. Others asked why I dumped a perfectly good X Wing in a swamp. But after several years of this I came to the devastating and unavoidable conclusion that the Force does not exist.
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Post by amyghost on Dec 27, 2023 11:37:54 GMT
I spent an untold amount of hours trying to lift an X Wing out of a swamp. Some people told me it was possible and that size matters not. Others asked why I dumped a perfectly good X Wing in a swamp. But after several years of this I came to the devastating and unavoidable conclusion that the Force does not exist. The Farce, however, most assuredly does.
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Post by scream on Dec 31, 2023 4:00:57 GMT
I spent an untold amount of hours trying to lift an X Wing out of a swamp. Some people told me it was possible and that size matters not. Others asked why I dumped a perfectly good X Wing in a swamp. But after several years of this I came to the devastating and unavoidable conclusion that the Force does not exist. The Farce, however, most assuredly does. That is just brilliant!
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