The Root of all evil?

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"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
                                                                                                 - Alfred Lord Tennyson

                                                                                         

     What separates Man from Animal? The fact that they don't follow religions and we do. We're civilized and diversify our religions into separate castes and creeds. And then brand the people around us based on our observations. We all have the same blood but that hardly seems to matter.
    Our hero and heroine had to go through a similar phase for close to 2 years. Every word countered, every action tracked and prisoners of their own fate. When it went beyond their grasp, they expected Cupid to rescue them from their fate. And Cupid could only stand and watch the love lorn couple caught in the midst of a tug-of-war. On one end, their blossoming dreams and on the other, family values. Eventually, it seemed like love would lose again. Lose against the orthodox idiocracies that rule the roost in our society.
     But there was a slight turn in the script. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes, our hero made a comeback. Looked at his detractors in the eye and stood firm in his resolve. He would marry only her, and it wasn't even an option. The opposition came down like a pack of cards. Everyone seemed to change ends, and the boxing bout came to an end. They got married and lived happily ever after. :)
     Moral of the story? Damn religion. We need a God to pray to. God doesn't need to have a form, a name or a religion. Quoting Dawkins,
     "An atheist is just somebody who feels about Yahweh the way any decent Christian feels about Thor or Baal or the golden calf. As has been said before, we are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further."





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