There was once a story of a god who punished a man with a burden. That burden was to push a stone up a hill every single day of his life. At the end
of each day the man would struggle to get the stone up the hill inch by inch sweating and straining all the bones in his body. At the end of the day
upon a successful arrival upon the top of the hill the rock would tumble down and the man would have to repeat his duty.
Many will say that's life. You get up everyday work your ass off and have the decency to know you did a job well done. Well look at the world of
today. What happens when you realize this rock has been nothing but a burden and you have not made a single inch of progress at the end of your life.
Will it be worth it then? Will it be fair to bring your child in the world of dogma? Pushing his father's and grandfathers rock up the same hill.
Enslaved by the feelings of ''tradition'' and ''discipline''. No, sorry guys but if you watch my post's ill open your eye's a little further
and further so when the sun comes shining all the birds can get up early and share the worm.

