no subject. no object, either. only relation.
or... attitude.
Well, i'm godless. Above me only sky (-:[. But not deity-less. I believe in some notions, you may call them deities - like knowledge, freedom, friendship, trust...
And it's because I AM selfish. Egoist, yes. I believe only in things that are Worth believing into - they all Give Back, for what they Take. (Something that all those smiting-with-thunderbolts or all-forgiving always forget. They may take everything or nothing, but they NEVER give back anything.)
So, this is to be pale shade of a temple to the knowledge.
While the real temples of the knowledge are anywhere and everywhere. But there are lots of Merchants in the temples. They started outside, selling accessories to the passers-by... slowly creeping in. Now they are inside, and are selling access to the deity. Worse, trying to substitute it cheepishly. Pretending it belongs to them. Oh, They have Made it.
Selling the deity.
Knowledge is there to be spread.
Not to be sold retail. Nor immitated.
Of course, to know or not to know is a matter of the individual. It's a personal choice, and as such should be deliberately made. Not forced onto. The individual should make this choice freely, taking the responsibility for it - freedom always takes responsibility.
Not-knowing is not Ignorance. Ignorance is just like irresponsibility. "I don't care" is a lame excuse, and as such, goes with everything. Pity, to see how many people use it all the time.
And the worst thing is that the Merchants are in the Temples of all those deities.
They sell you something that looks like freedom. Per kilo. Which vapours out next day.
They show you something that goes for trust. Sign here and here, thanks. Then spy you, at each corner.
The only one that is still not fully conquered is friendship. Different strategy though - if one can't seize it nor use it, ruin it. Poison it. Noise it. Smiles everywhere. Cheap smiles... render them Meaningless. Swarms of people where they can be used and forced into (work,shop,park). Make them scream at each other. So they run home into desolation... render them Separated. Lots of people talking. None listening... Drive you crazy in order to avoid you being sane.
And what for?
pretty world, o'yeah.
SvD, jan'2k