Art is my religion.

After looking into many different religions, I realized that no one faith quenched my thirst for knowledge. Knowledge of what happens to us when we die, knowledge of why evil exists, knowledge of why bad things happen to good people, what is god, what is it that makes me "me"?

I was lost, until one night when a friend and I decided to smoke marijuana. That night, I took the first step on a journey that has shown me the path to my own personal nirvana.

You see, that night, after I finished laughing hysterically because I misspelled 'because', I noticed that everything looked different. I saw everything from a new angle, I suppose. I was seeing the innate beauty in all things. I realized that EVERYTHING, whether "good" or "bad" (which are now arbitrary terms to me) has an infinite and utterly fathomable beauty. It's all art.

Since then, my life has been considerably different. Instead of finding reasons to disprove the futility of life, I embraced it and reveled in it. Suffering, I now realize, is a human invention, not a fact of life. Evil is the result of rush.

Probably the single greatest epiphany I have had to date is the realization that THERES NO RUSH. For anything. Ever.

And now I'm speculating on the incredibly beautiful way I've failed to actually reflect my true feelings into this writing. Eh, I'll figure it out someday.

PS- The way I figure it, the soul, the mind, the personality is the bit of our bodies that extends into the fourth dimension, and when we die, we shed our three-dimensional bodies and exist as all-seeing four-dimensional creatures, capable of seeing ALL the beauty of the world at once, and achieving infinite happiness. So here's to death!

That's just freakin' awesome, and it hits on a very similar chord to my own experiences with how psychoactives have affected my perceptions of reality.

When you can step back and see the beauty even in things that are usually percieved as flawed, ugly or evil... when you realize that your perceptions of strife and violence are just ripples on the surface of a much deeper, intrinsically peaceful and harmonious reality... well, it's realizations like that that have made life worth living, for me at least.

Thanks for that post, it made my night. :thumbsup:

Art..hhmmm...looks like you've stumbled upon one of the few worthwhile religions to practice. well done.

That must have been some good weed.... PASS THAT SHIT :stoned:

My cousin said he found God after smoking some Hash one night :pimp: