Carys Comma

Carybou,

The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is the demand for their real happiness

- Karl Marx

Do you even need anything to believe in? Do you require a transcendent ladder, an elevated plane for which to strive and for which to hope?

Some of us have needed such things, in our days.

... the nightly hauntings
... the friendless excursions
... the sleepless remembrances

The Ancients found the tragedies and regrets to be too much. They looked to the skies, pleading for mercy, praying to the day and the night. The heavens were silent, but for the blowing wind. So, the Ancients made hopes tangible. Delicate were the movements of their careful hands, as they created tenuous deities, and fragile faiths.

The people who we once were, fell to their knees, built edifices, worshipped, and sang with all their might, while justice remained a dream. Happiness unfound.

Awakened, the edifices are falling silent; though, we have yet to find our joy. Unbelieving, we yearn to believe. But, is it belief we want? Or is it the happiness?

Happiness. It flows from you unbelieving and untrue. It is beautiful and sanctified.