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Altered Course
Another Route, a Better Way
Running Down, Led me Astray
We mingle

Altered Course
Minds Dissolve, Wills Entangle
Souls Meet, Bodies Tremble

Altered Course
Self Inflicted, Public Penance
Crowd Controlled, Guidance

Altered Course
Soul erased, Shade of Ardour
Mind Cleansed, Loss of Vigour

(Inspired by)



Once Removed
Fading in, Fading out
Uncertainty, times of doubt
Off the beat

Twice Removed
Fragmented, Incomplete
Incoherent, Clarity in Retreat
To dream

Thrice Removed
Back to front, Lost the Theme
Lost Control, Ritual Unseen

All Removed
No More Soul, Sleep in Public
Unconscious, Wistfully Lithic
Lights out


Restless Colours
Soaring minds, Fully Able
Unfettered Words, a Tower of Babel
The sun dies

Restless Colours
Calamity, Problems Arise
Hide Dismay in Easy Lies

Restless Colours
Truth Revels, Break Cohesion
Drained thoughts, Soul Depletion
The Unknown

Restless Colours
Electric Brain, Heart of Stone
Scars Rend, Wounds Sewn
A Justified Label

Am I too late?

Am I too late to change my mind,
To change my lucky stars and fate,
And avert my lot, much maligned?
Am I too late?

To begin anew, a blank slate,
To leave pain and regret behind,
And do away with all my hate?

The future and the past entwined,
Bound to form a temporal plait.
I disentangle time to find,
Am I too late?

Unfinished Business

The rain seeped down between the grey structures. Their overhang shielding the filthy streets below from the worst of the heavenly onslaught. Nevertheless, Sam had to trudge through muck and moist trash, which – discarded from above – lay heaped in the gutters. Up ahead of him, a lamplighter was plying his trade, his dim light casting tenuous shadows across the otherwise dark streets. Sam smiled. Despite this dreary setting and his miserable surroundings he had rarely been happier. Today, Sam decided, was a day to remember.


A large grandfather clock stood looming ominously on the other side of the room. Every tick was deeper and more foreboding than the previous. Entranced, his eyes followed the heavy pendulum which swung effortlessly in it’s cabinet and seemed to punctuate his fragile mortality. Jack swallowed nervously, a vain attempt to force his heart from his throat. He was sure even the secretary on the other side of the door could hear the frantic beating of his heart, the sweat pouring down his back like babbling creeks. Applying all his force of will, he managed to tear his eyes away from the clock and to the figure in front of him. It was a round figure, sagged in a comfortable chair behind a large, expensive-looking, oaken desk. Dressed in a three-piece costume – worth twice as Jack could ever hope to earn – which seemed to be draped around him like curtains, rather than worn like normal clothes. A tie knotted under one of the figure’s many chins cut of his breath and caused his round face to become flushed and sweaty. Jack was startled to realise the figure was talking to him.
“Mister… ehm… Jack. Do you have a last name?”
Panic invaded his mind like a bolt of thunder invades the air.
“Oh, never mind. Jack will do for now.”
The rotund figure shifted his weight in his chair, leather worth more than Jacks house creaked beneath his massive weight.
“Fact of the matter is, investing in this little scheme of yours is…” A sigh escaped the figure’s throat. “Well, madness to be exact. You have neither proof of nor collateral, which not only puts our money in unsure circumstances, but virtually guarantees we’ll never see it back. Give me one good reason – One. Good. Reason. – as to why we should invest in you.”
Jack swallowed again, his throat as dry as a piece of tinder.
“’Tis a golden opportunity, sir. And if I manage…”
“Yes, IF you manage.” The figure interjected. “All you have given me is ‘if this’ and ‘if that’ but that simply will not do, mister Jack.” His tone turned derisive at Jack’s name, this oblong figure would never invest in him, even if he did provide proof.

Jack found himself back on the streets of London before he knew it and he wasn’t to pleased about it. He knew his idea would have merit, he really did, but none of the bankers would favour him with benefit of the doubt. Most of them did not even grant him a doubt, taking a quick look at his clothes and pegging him as unworthy of their time. Ironic really, considering that was exactly what he was offering.

On Religion: you and your community

Once upon a time I promised to write a ‘trilogy’ of essays on religion. In part two, I attacked religion for it’s interference in government while in part one, I dispelled the idea that science and religion do not mix and can, in fact, enforce one another. Yet given his current career as professional atheist, you could be forgiven for not knowing that Richard Dawkins began his career studying animal behaviour and evolutionary biology at Oxford in the late ’60s. In 1976 he wrote ‘The Selfish Gene’ (a must-read if you want to understand the intricacies of natural selection), beginning his career as populariser of science. He continued his contribution to science and the education of the masses with ‘The Extended Phenotype’ in 1982. The essence of the 1986 publication ‘The Blind Watchmaker’ is to defend his earlier works from international criticism and again explain in detail the power of natural selection. He explains the evolution of complex structures and shares the results of a computer program simulating evolution. Unfortunately, by the end of the book, he cannot help himself but lash out at religion for the first – but certainly not the last – time in his career.

Religion and Science
Unfortunately there is a war being waged between science and religion, and their battlefield is evolution. It is well known that I hold a special place in my heart for science and certainly no secret that I have read a thing or two about evolutionary biology. “Who is your favourite atheist?”, and “Which creationist do you hate the most?” are not uncommon questions I’ve been asked and I must admit, I don’t care. I don’t hate the creationists. I wonder why they would deny facts and evidence but I imagine they feel the same way about my attitude towards religious scripture. I don’t particularly like the militant atheists either; Hitchens was well-spoken, but an ass none-the-less and I mourn Dawkins decent from zoologist to Field-Marshall in the Atheistic Army.

They would, correctly, call me an apologist. As firmly as I stand in the camp of atheism, I see no reason to seek out and destroy non-atheists. That is exactly what some of the more historically minded atheists accuse religion of doing, just a bit more subtle than witch-persecutions. I do not know (nor care) who threw the first punch, nor which side first reached for artillery shells. These religion vs. atheism/science debates have got to stop. Scientists debating science with non-scientific people does not educate, it only lends credibility to the non-scientific view. A debate can only happen between two conflicting and relatively equal views. The entire point of a debate is for the audience to decide which of the two views they prefer. It is, therefore, not a platform suited to disprove creationism.

Self Empowerment
I am doubting Thomas. I have tried to find a religion I could believe in. I have tried finding a deity I could worship. I have tried to find a scripture that could guide me through life. I did not find it. The religions were oppressive, the deities flawed and the scriptures incomprehensive, outdated, and thoroughly disproved. When I found science, I found my religion. Here was a view of the world that would adapt and change to new discoveries, that would always champion truth, and never require me to believe without proof. I was sold.

I have a Christian friend. He never searched for a religion, because he was born into one. He never searched for a deity he could worship because he grew up with one. He never searched for scriptures outside the ones provided by his church because he found those were complete. He is happy. Extremely so. His faith sustains him through times of sorrow, and enhances times of joy. His devotion inspired him to find an education, a job, and love. In my eyes he succeeded because he worked hard and never doubted himself. In his own eyes, his God helped him a bit. He is my friend because, despite my rampant, sinful godlessness, he is too good a person to try to convert me, and I am too much of an apologist to discuss what made me reject Christianity.

Religion can be a powerful force when trying to form a sense of community and to enjoy a warm and friendly environment. The idea that the people within your community share the same ideas, ideals and morality as you is eminently comforting. So any community formed around a single temple is bound to be warm and friendly to it’s inhabitants. Like any other community, they have issues. Teenagers that try to rebel, outsiders that are trying to find their place, respected members fighting among eachother. But if the community is strong enough, that will not break the general feeling of warmth and comfort for the people. Why would any atheist work to break those bonds of friendship? Even if such communities can form without religion (I’ve seen them in research-teams and even the scientific community at large), religion seems to be good at that type of thing.

Idigina On Religion
Like all things, Religion can be a beautiful thing. It brought us amazing architecture such as the Parthenon, the Luxor Temple, the Selimiye Mosque, the Hagia Sophia, the Basilica of Saint Peter and, wonderfully, the Temple of All Religions. It inspired artists and scientists, and brought meaning to trillions of lives throughout the ages. Like all things, it can also be an extremely ugly thing, bringing us the Malleus Maleficarum and (reportedly) the burning of the Library of Alexandria. Like all things, Religion is not inherently good or evil, but whatever we choose it to be. I vehemently challenge the very idea of good and evil by itself. I cannot say whether religion is better than science or the other way around. I can only say that everyone has to find out for themselves what they prefer. If you prefer science, I can live with that. If she prefers environmentalism, I applaud it. If he prefers Islam, I am happy for him.

The Eagle

Pillars of Creation
A tiny spark, a flash of light
Quickly flies, sudden insight
You inspire

Pillars of Creation
Shining eyes, burning with desire,
Frenzied mind, a mental gyre
The words come

Pillars of Creation
Absorb the worlds, infused with wisdom
Dancing words, to craft a poem
We play

Pillars of Creation
Pen to paper, brook no delay
Ruled by words, held in sway
I write




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