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Gods and devils are created by humans  they are the comforters that little children take everywhere with them and which they feel they cannot live their lives without. A kind of fetish with describable attributes and predictable thoughts conjured up by ourselves to compensate for being out on a limb   alone in the great hall of matter   an anchor to stop us from disintegrating   a book of word- a work of art  into which we can meld our dreams   and feel energised and at ease   a 'being' to goad us into joys   and a scapegoat  to blame for all our ills   a figure reflecting our own individual cravings   that move parallel and within ourselves akin to the blood that courses through our beings   supporting our bones and tissue with its imagined presence   Margaret Ann Waddicor 4th April 2014.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
Comforter
Gods and devils are created by humans  they are the comforters that little children take everywhere with them and which they feel they cannot live their lives without. A kind of fetish with describable attributes and predictable thoughts conjured up by ourselves to compensate for being out on a limb   alone in the great hall of matter   an anchor to stop us from disintegrating   a book of word- a work of art  into which we can meld our dreams   and feel energised and at ease   a 'being' to goad us into joys   and a scapegoat  to blame for all our ills   a figure reflecting our own individual cravings   that move parallel and within ourselves akin to the blood that courses through our beings   supporting our bones and tissue with its imagined presence   Margaret Ann Waddicor 4th April 2014.
Comment by Walter W. Hielbling on his poem " we got it wrong." "Hmmm ... from what I remember, dear Sigmund considered God an illusion, a leftover from the child's need for a powerful father figure; he thought that we now have reason and science to control our destructive impulses .... after living through World War I he was no longer so sure of this ...."
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Feb 4, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
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