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While I was taking this photo of a religious icon in a temple, a thought occurred to me:
As much as we may mock it (atheists and christians alike) the idea of creationism and the universe being only a few thousand years old must surely be a cornerstone of christian belief.
I mean, the bible follows the creation of the universe and genesis through several thousand years of history, through Noah, Jobe the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, to Jesus's death and beyond.
Denying this timeline is surely the same as denying the creation story, Adam and Eve and everything else.
I was always a Christian who believed that creationism was really rather silly, but now I'm not sure sure.
In the end I can't believe the timeline of christian creation, because solid evidence exists to the contrary. The universe is billions of years old. QED. So I guess I can either be a hypocrite or find a new faith.
I'm not sure why it took a Confucian temple for me to come to this realisation.
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Theres something so extremely impotent about photographs in a white cube gallery space.
Look at this.
How pathetic do the photographs look on that wall. The photographers stand there in contemplation as if looking at the earnest hard work of an artisan, when in reality the photographs are the fruit of a brief masturbatory tryst between camera and photographer, inflated into a cheap frame for the brief excitement of others. It is sexual in nature. There is desire there, but the desire of a college drop out, desperately fumbling in his trousers while spying on the cheerleaders.
Old men desperately trying to raise an appreciation for a cheap art form which ultimately cannot compete with the true athletes on the field, but instead dances in their appreciation.