Harrumph..
Y'know, this-all seems like a pointless exercise in semantics -- except that the [referent] for each word in the sentence is utterly different in each homo-sap's psyche depending on the day of the week and whatever source of endorphins is, or isn't present.
'Religion' -the concept- in recent years has morphed into a veritable Free Ticket excuse to run amok -- and for every raging lunatic to invent his own 'God', imbue that construct {even with.. his own visage! quelle hubris} -- and then attribute to the Only-True-chachahca: all his personally accumulated/inculcated prejudices via tha magic mantra: Hey.. that be what Gawd wants.
I Believe counts for shit (while the race to the bottom in many survival aspects of these so-called civilizations.. garners most of the attention of the proles, 24/7.)
Under the new-rubric of religion, the planet is now roiling with legions of wannabe Visigoths. These precisely-sociopaths are armed with all that transistor toy-conceived techno which panders to playing Siva Yourself:
Look I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds ...
These, now all-around and within ... the Cheneys and Rushmouths and other incarnations of Father Coughlan ... are on a jihad as surely as the yout promised 17 virgins
(though these locals more often seek that Corner Office, the Armanis and obscene net-worths; screw the philosophy scene -- and there are no virgins here.)
Ya wanna talk dogma and tenets and doxologies .?. meanwhile the library has already been mined for detonation and every single member of these sects you are trying to psychoanalyze: are SURE that His-version is the One True ____ and all the rest of the folks are, at best, doomed to bask in a lake of imaginary fire while the One Trues sit next to their fav myth's er right homo-sap-like hand, enjoying vicariously the torture being inflicted on all those Others not-like-me. Unreality Tee Vee.
What we have here is a global failure t'communicate, and what we have to pay attention to is: how, when and how effectively, coalitions of Visigoths-II next begin to live out their ahmagonnagettya-geddon fantasies with real weapons and all the stuff learned watching Murican Action movies, the litmus test for innate viciousness and the mindless abandon which affluenza catalyzes..
Or so it seems from this quarter.
Let us prey,
I Who Be
