Month: October 2013

Uncertain Religion Sentiments


All holy books say that only God possesses the power to destroy this planet but now mankind does too as he has figured out nuclear weapons and to pollute at a catastrophic level. Religion is treacherous because it allows human beings who don’t have all the answers to think that they do. Most people would think it’s wonderful when someone says, “I’m willing, Lord! I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” Except that since there are no gods actually talking to us, that void is filled in by people with their own corrupt imaginations, limitations and agendas.

Cerne Abbas Giant is a hill figure in Dorset, England. Made by a cut outline filled with chalk on the slope, it is a picture of a giant naked man, the origin and age of the picture is unclear and often thought of as an ancient structure. Scholars identify it with a Celtic British figure or the Roman Hercules. The villages don’t know the story behind this giant picture but maintain it anyway and they live in uncertainty or doubt regarding the whole giant man tale.

The big questions about, after life, end of the earth or mankind existence should be left as a doubt because doubt is humble, as the villagers do in the case of giant man in England. I say doubt is the attitude man should have about certain question and not letting religious people keep us in lunacy and fantasy. All the rational people, anti-religionists must assert themselves. Moderately religious really need to look in the mirror and realize that the solace and comfort that religion brings to you actually come at a terrible price, the price of freedom.

Disclaimer – This article is neither pointing at any specific religion nor written to hurt any religious sentiments and practices.


I am the Master of my fate and captain of my soul

I wanted to share this poem because by reading it you don’t want to settle down, you want to fight the darkness around you and emerge victorious.



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

William Ernest Henley