Judgement

 

It is said that when we die, we are judged.

But is to say what we are judged on?

Whether we are productive members of society?

That we uplift our fellow humans, by courting unseen forces with doctrines written by humans long ago.

Human decency is often put to the wayside in the minds of those worshiping the unseen and the unheard.

The soul is tainted by the mere existence of a physical body, let alone the actions taken by that body.

Are we sinful for existing?

Why would a god, who proclaims that we are of his image make it so the actions put forth are those that are disagreeable to them?

Are we to be judged by the people who have been affected by us?

Those that we judge and persecute in our day-to-day lives, those that we look to make an example of how to or how to not do things?

Or is there acceptance for existing, as we fought to live and celebrate the life given for the gift it is?

Do we treat this mortal body as a vessel, awaiting this judgement as all fall in the end?

Are we to ignore the physiology that wires us to be the way we are, just because a book tells us it is wrong?

What of us who view it as a canvas to celebrate and decorate as we would a home?

Are we to be judged for the marks we bear for the life we live?

What of those of us that prolong that life from the knowledge given by research in how the world works?

To those that would have died from ailments such as the common cold or a fever?

Is that going against this plan of judgement?

How are we to know the rules of this judgement, if it was decided outside of these unseen forces?

By the mortals who cling to their lives, who either live fully or cower in the darkness, hoping for a light to guide them?

If they find a light, would it be the same light for all?

Or is it inner peace, brought about by accepting that this life is merely a steppingstone for the next?

A continuation of consciousness, until the end of time?

Or is there no end judgement, and the judgement is merely a ruse to keep the masses in line?