Junk Food of the Spirit

Until you reach silence, religion, spirituality, are just gibberish:
physical equipment from the Grand Bazaar where everything is worth anything else, where nothing is worth nothing at all…
Where everything is worthless.

A mental paste with religious sweeteners, spiritual taste enhancers, junk food of the mind,
A compulsion to hold on, nerves on edge, by artificial salts.

In the community sludge
The members stamp and rub each other’s back.and repeat ad nauseam
A list of fake ingredients,

The density of the conceptual framework inherent in religions, spiritual practices, decreases as the believer, the practitioner progresses along the Path.
The framework is more and more absent, more and more flexible.

When the practitioner falls too early into a spirituality without framework,
Out of personal necessity, he ends up building one for himself and sets out in search of recognition and acceptance of this framework by other practitioners.
If he happens to be gifted with powers of persuasion (argumentative, relating to a certain socio-professional influence, it is possible that he will succeed and seep his speech into the fragility, the flaws of his peers.

Franck – October 2023
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