my take on religion
he's sitting in a mosque and he isn't yelling and he isn't talking about flames of eternal damnation and he isn't talking about women or men and he isn't telling anybody what to do he's very slowly and very sincerely telling a story and every person in the mosque, young and old is perfectly still with their eyes fixed on his sweet unassuming face he's talking about dying, and he isn't manically elated. he cries, but he's smiling in a sad way too. he gives this feeling like one day we're all going to go to this place we remember like a dream, and it's going to be like a trip we knew we were going to make but never really planned for until the last second when it really sinks in-- and we'll be excited and nostalgic and scared all at once, but once we land everything will be okay i like him, i like that |