Prose

January 30, London

… individual user posts scrolled across the screen. She had a moment of rest from work, a small break between one activity and another. That's when she escaped to Twitter, it's her way to escape from her thoughts. To escape, at least for a moment, from the thoughts of what was, what is and what the future may bring. So she looked through these posts, some less carefully, others more carefully. Especially when one of them interested her. She clicked "Follow" on the most intriguing ones, and it was rare for anyone to reciprocate...
…she doesn't remember how many times she liked someone's profile and clicked "Follow" today. Maybe two or three times, maybe more times. She [...]

... and who told you that an atheist doesn't believe in anything, that he doesn't believe in "God"? Elite Church, elite religion and their "gods", who do the clergy claim to be? They call themselves "ksiądz", although you will not find such a title anywhere, neither in the catechism nor in the Code of Canon Law. You will find it in old parchments, where Kiejstut was a "Lithuanian ksiądz", because in the old Polish language this is what the (interchangeably used) title meant, the title of "prince"..
... religion is like an expensive, beautiful and ornate bottle containing the scent and breath of the forest, lakes, mountains and sea. They convince people that they pray to the contents of [...]