One or Many. ...

If it's 'to each his own' then where's the backbone? If the Teacher's thrown, we're all just drones, ready to robotically recite the most random religion that has even an ounce of reason. We throw tree rings and the air in there, and become yellow-bellied, no-eyed slugs with a preference for a trail in front rather than behind; one on which truth is created by the slime of pride in our godless life. Once we deny the very life-giver who cried it becomes so damn easy to refrain from trying, and we sort through the simple, the ordinary, the contrary to sight, the belief in ourselves as the center of every miniscule product of the invisible whole. But that's bull--we are not gods; we deserve no bowing down, no worship, no prayer, no indistinct distinction of sanctification by mediation of some other human. The Truth is not flawed; we are. To hurt is not to become sub-par: it's normal in this existence. It's been here since the first breach of innocence, persistently scathing our troubled hearts to form grimaces, and twisting our finite minds to instantly feign ignorance. It's deliverance that cleans those blemishes deep down in new hearts of flesh; and then a constant refreshing of insanely wise, Spirit-guided minds that are ever blessed. So stop pissin against the wind by resisting wisdom. We harm ourselves if we only accept legalistic systems, or the blister we call self-interest, forging ministry with cynicism by absolutely and cyclically insisting that absolutes don't exist.