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What is humanism?

No gods, no fate, not even yielding to chance To live this one life in full acceptance: This will only happen once! A stubborn strength born of a conviction That there is no soul in need of absolution That life is not made meaningful by abstract metaphysical contortions in favor of a jealous, angry, cruel deity Purportedly in love with creation Such is the choice of the humanist in staunch opposition to the zealot, the spiritualist To stand on one's own feet Acknowledging the grand mystery Not willing to submit.
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ces-1
31 / M / Philippines
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Jul 11, 2020
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25·90
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#humanist#humanism#god#gods#deity#strength#atheism
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