The Beautiful Orange That Cannot Be Eaten
No matter how whole and ripe and beautiful an orange may look, if there be a tiny hole on its rind it is rendered unwholesome; all religious books are like oranges, no matter how much goodness they profess in whatever florid and flattery terms they may be said, if there be one word, one line, one sentence, one paragraph, that exhibits the slightest nonsense and which can be argued ratiocinatively in whatever form to be in opposition to the core values of life, then the whole text is rendered unreadable and unwholesome for how do we accept a supreme being that contradicts itself one percent of time, or a supreme being that exhibits human frailties of fallibility reducing his all-knowingness and all-powerfulness? The God I know is not confined within any book or text or philosophies; he is what remains after we have distilled all our weaknesses and our inadequacies and our inherent limitability.