There was a female donkey that sniffed at the desert air wanting to mate with just anyone. For her, ah if only she could speak, she would say - the male organ with all the vigor in the world piercing through her vaginal tract is the divine. Orgasm, surely, is divine for some people - and the learnings from some of the aboriginal civilizations nod to this assertion - with naughty moans.
Almost the entire world behaves like those in the freemasonry cult. They believe in apotheosis. Oh no, that is truth diminished. They already are gods covertly, according to the evil works of their minds. Everyone is an Aghori of sorts. Just like those naked flippant mongrels who would not hesitate to have a taste of the corpse burning on the cremation stage, the sexily clothed English-speaking mongrels belonging to the modern urban class do not hesitate at all to have a taste in that glib smirk that smells like illuminating spice but arrives at the inflicting of the poor and the weak - with their blood and sweat spurting in all possible directions.
Do you know where the problem lies? Not one wants to show any remorse to their ill attitude. They are all happy. Happy to lick those at the superior league from boot up - to get what they want. Happy to falsify facts. Happy to taint the good to feed their egos that are ever swelling and gluttonous like their bellies. This has created a very ugly jigsaw - which nothing that is divine could solve. It has all the more terribly complicated things.
Try doing something good, and they would say - mind your own business. Try to un-complicate things and make them understand the truth of the matter, ah - don't you try teach me lessons, they snort like pigs that are real happy about taking that divine dip in that drainage filled with slug and blackened human feces. The snag of truth, that gives leeway to these born of many men, is that it can have versions - the world in its entirety believes in this. To me, the 'real' truth is one. And that could only be arrived in all its plausibility when all the versions are put together and congruency determined.
But unfortunate, as it would always be, no one would like that moderation. They take unnecessary offense if the right questions were asked that would unsettle their assertions - because everyone wants to believe what they believe is the only truth. Issue not only lies when they try to impose this onto others, but also on the very practice of their divinity. Whatever the divinities they claim - be it in all their incapacities - had efforts been put to transform them from mere lip service into real action, the world must have reaped atleast some love. We could have seen atleast a few genuine smiles.
What people say and believe contradicts with what they do and make people do. An Aghori who claims himself to be god would get a hard-on that goes sky high if the one who sits at his foot in humble servitude happens to be a woman. The female donkey that experiences its divinity in having orgasms would enjoy the same theo-blisters if penetrated by multiple donkeys and the puss of the seeming forever-joys cups out. The divinity in the thoughts of the parents would fade out when they come to know of the impotency in the groom that married their daughter and she resorts to external means to keep her sexually satisfied.
If God is one, truth is one too. And that could be understood in its full form of impregnating content only if a chord of convergence is struck in the divergence that mangles it. And the truth that is real - hurts - as much as it has the power to bring justice and make people happy. The way of the truth could be narrow - but it would always lead you to the right destination and bring you eternal joy.
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