Ground zero of the soul

I guess I'm feeling a little dark this Sunday which caused me to pen the thoughts below.  I'm feeling overwhelmed by hypocrisy today.  Sometimes I find it really hard to live here in Mormonville where everyone tries to pretend that things are so sunny and perfect.  They go to church on Sunday and take a hit of God and start to feel very righteous indeed.  Religion is a drug that gives you a momentary high and as any drug would, prevents you from seeing reality clearly.

 We as humans, even the most holy of us, are still responsible for what Humans as a whole are doing and have done to the planet and to all the beings on it, past and present.  It is our legacy whether we want to wear that hat or not.

How do we know that we would even deserve a heaven, even if we have done vast measures good, could it possibly outweigh the pain and suffering that humans as a single organism have caused?  What is our legacy in what way have we tipped the scales?

  I don't believe in the stark divisions of a heaven or a hell.  If we are going somewhere, we are all in this together and it would likely be a place we all deserved to be.  I see humanity as a standing wave of influence, not separate pieces of good here and bad there.

Our legacy is as one and we must ask, what are we leaving in our wake?  Earth might just as well be that place, we are already here together in this sphere of influence, why assume that there is another or yet another? Maybe this is ground zero for our souls, the battleground of our species.  I think we are past the point of praying our way out of this and we had better start hoping for miracles.

Ground zero of the Soul

We are crucifying the planet with our gross nescience, wars, weapons, hate, and willful destruction of a our ecosystem.

How can we have the audacity to leave this smoldering ruin behind us and think that we will be rewarded  in exchange with a pristine heaven.  Could we be trusted not to leave that heaven in a similar state as well?

 Humanity has caused the suffering of untold numbers of beings in its wake, leaving a legacy of pain and destruction.  Love and peace are the minority in the anecdote of humans, small archipelagos of hope  drowning in a dauntless sea of our blight.  If there were a means to pray our way out of this turmoil, it would already be so.  Perhaps it is time to start courting miracles.