I am scared of religious people.
Come to think of it, the world has never become a better place for all the religious people it has had for centuries. From the time Moses gave the ten commandments to Yahweh’s chosen people or Manusmriti revealed the sanatana penal code to the chosen race a little more eastward, god’s people have been trying to make man’s world better. A few thousand years of preaching. Thousands of gods. Millions of laws. Countless places of worship.
Burning candles. Smoking incense. Inspiring sermons from infinite pulpits. Religion comes home round the clock on satellite TV channels. Our very breathing is regulated by religion. Our food is becoming religious: Prakriti ka ashirwad, for example.
So much religion all around. So many gods. Too many gods’ own people. But dark matter continues to dominate the universe.
Darkness explodes like bombs in the alleys where live people who are as innocent as circumcised foreskin. For whom do the bombs explode?
I wish there were no gods. People might learn to love then.