Theory 1

further my knowledge base one day at a time.
Or perhaps one book at a time, one page at a time.
I do enjoy learning. Not everything, just the things which I have interests in: well, ok, it is a wide range of areas; however, I find myself looking at the "gray" areas so to speak, those which are unclear to many and are simply brushed aside. I do enjoy them. These "off-limit" areas I find particularly intriguing, or better yet, I find people's opinions on the subject matter enticing.
Religion, yes religion: a system of thought, feeling, and action that is shared by a group and that gives the members an object of devotion. Whom is right, whom is wrong, yet, it somehow seems as it all religions, from the immensely popular to the renegade sect, share striking similarities. The initial reaction from the followers of such a religion is to immediately state they are a part of the one true religion while all others are farces. I find it baffling as to why the aforementioned sentiment is the popular course of action. Why not consider the possibly that these religions descend from the same source? People, much like cats, are curious by nature, the normal ones that is. People also like sex. Sex creates babies. Babies create a strain on resources. Strain equals stress and where there is stress there is plenty of uncomfortable family get-togethers. Eventually people spread out away from families to forge their own future, complete with all the grain they can consume. However, people are by nature adverse to change, once again the normal ones. So when they do move on to their own grain pastures, they attempt to hold on to aspects which remind them of "home." As I hope you can tell, the grain usage would point to my conversation pertaining to previous times, before thoughts and ideas were written down for instance. Stories, thoughts, beliefs, farming techniques, and religion all were passed on and preserved by the oral route, no not like that, but by telling them to children, family, and friends. But like any grandchild, the same stories told by grandpa tend to fall on def ears. But hey, kids these days know everything right? Oh, but when it comes time to actually put in to action all those dear necessities grandpa so desperately tried to bequeath, little Johnny finds himself with sudden amnesia. Oh what to do now, the mind races to come up with the proper response; that's it, make something up that seems to fit. God becomes Allah, Allah becomes Vishnu, Vishnu becomes Oya and so forth. But lo and behold, the innovation of writing things down; how revolutionary. And so these incorrect recollections are permanently transcribed forever dooming the peace of all mankind. That is basically my theory, one of them. Digest it, enjoy.

-by my, josh b