On Faith

Revalation, it comes in waves and ebbs and flows with the conciousness of the mind.
Faith, it drives humanity and individuals with different values and views.
Beauty and ugly all in the same sight, all in the same view, and yet different.
Are you loved, are you damned, are you saved, are you hated, what does your diety think of you?

Faith came to me as skipping stones. Religion is but a pebble among the rough upon the earth, waiting to be selected by the passing, contemplative hand. Gone over a thousand times, or held symbolically and meaninglessly in the open palm. Surveyed for every ridge, flaw and fashion, good and bad, right and wrong. Is it smooth, rough, caring and kind? That is for the inquisitive hand to find as it surveys the pebble. There, at the edge of the pond of life, one inspects the pebble or simply holds it. Faith, held upon the tip of a pin and held as close as the person wishes it to be. Then, as they grow, they are forced to cast their pebble into the pond and see where it lands.
To most, they cast it half-heartedly, little thought and little care, assuming religion will care for itself. Don't go to church, don't pray, don't worship, don't think, don't hold your values true, don't care. They toss the pebble they know little of into the pond before them.
For those, the pebble shall bounce, skip across the waters of life, once...twice...then into the water it disappears, and out of their mind it fades.
However, there are those who are not so hopeless. People say they have blindfaith. People say they don't see reason. People say that they are foolish or naieve. No, they are empowered by their faith and their drive is offered both by themselves, and another whom holds more power than one could imagine.
These hands, having studied and surveyed every facet of their chosen pebble, their chosen faith, cast their pebble into the water, skipping it across that calm pond of life. This pebble skips, once...twice...three times...it keeps going, defying the strength they'd poured into it as it bounces clear towards the horizon, past the bounds of comprehension and into the sunset, disappearing from sight.

Ask these people, do you believe in God, Allah, Buddha, Reincarnation, do you believe your pebble is still skipping? They are confident, they smile and they offer you no anger or hate, regardless of how you view them, "Of course, my pebble skips ever onwards. Just because I can't see it doesn't mean it is lost to me."

So ask yourself, does faith make you blind or does faith make you see?