X Relgion X Poem by Lisa Anderson

And what is religion,
You might ask.
It's a technology of living.
On a huge hill,
Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and he that will
Reach her, about must, and about must go.
As if religion was intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
Religion is love; in no case is it logic.
Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual desires.
Religion is why we all aere different.

By Lisa