lostindc wrote:Well, really…not the end. Right now my family and I are wandering. My wife has basically lost her belief in the Church (in the last half year or so) and we have young children that will likely not be members as they are young. We get stressed over losing our belief system and facing her pioneer heritage family and the few members in my family but we try to laugh.
Walking outside Plato's cave isn't just seeing what's real for what it is, it's seeing how the shadows intentionally lied to you. When you mention losing your belief system, the way you concluded this was to gain knowledge of the truth. The truth is the truth and your perception of what's true is concluded only by you and not what some other human tells you is the truth... or the ramifications of failing to live by
their version of the truth. I hope you aren't jaded by the people who lied to you. The teachers to itching ears pretend to believe, and when the jig is up they'll turn on you for failing to play along. The safe conclusion is to side with facts that can be proven and place faith in science, but understand the scientific method is held to the existing universe and doesn't answer infinite questions. Your kids are free to think for themselves and this is a good thing. The host of holy horrors is the fear the dogs use to instill fear, so without it, the teachers to itching ears lose the bogey monster they like to call Satan. I'm very happy for you.
To the teachers to itching ears, I always think of you when I hear this song being dragged down by Joseph Smith's seer stone:
From Pink Floyd
Animals... Dogs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o62nD9aFdScDogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
2 Tim 4:3 For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine.
2 Tim 4:4 They will turn their ears away from the truth & turn aside to myths