/lit/ - Literature

If you say so. Lol

How do I start believing in god?

>>13175908
Belief is an experience, it's not quite something that you start so much as something that happens to you.
Reading theology and lives of the saints will help you to come into belief.

Christians trying to convert/recruit chantards

Cringe and low test: The things I personally don't like
Based and high test: The things I do like

Threads like this are exactly why I could never give Christianity a go. What a cringeworthy bunch of prideful numps.

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This but diametrically the opposite because the OP is a piece of shit and all religion is false, especially Islam. Petulance is itself good, but adults don't recognize this because they are naturally disgusted by the petulance of weak children. They mistake this disgust (together with the naivete of the child) as a clear refutation of the child, a /frightfully/ stupid is/ought gaffe when you take a look at it.

Why is this the case?

was going to make a thread about this, i'll put it here instead. reading about Swedenborg is fascinating.

>In a famous letter to Can Grande della Scala, Dante Alighieri notes that his Commedia, like the Holy Scriptures, may be read four different ways, of which the literal is only one. Overwhelmed by the beauty of the poetry, the reader nevertheless retains the indelible impression that the nine circles of Hell, the nine terraces of Purgatory, and the nine heavens of Paradise corre spond to three establishments: one whose nature is penal; one, penitential; and another-if this archaicism is bearable-premia!. Passages such as "Lasciate ogni speranza, val ch'entrate" [All hope abandon, ye who enter here] reinforce that topographical conviction made manifest through art. This is completely different from Swedenborg's extraterrestrial destinies. The Heaven and Hell in his doctrine are not places, although the souls of the dead who inhabit and, in a way, create them perceive them as being situ ated in space. They are conditions of the soul, determined by its former life. Heaven is forbidden to no one; Hell, imposed on no one. The doors, so to speak, are open. Those who have died do not know they are dead. For an indefinite period of time, they project an illusory image of their usual surroundings and friends. At the end of that period, strangers approach. The wicked dead find the looks and manners of the demons agreeable and quickly join them; the righteous choose the angels. For the blessed, the diabolical sphere is a region of swamps, caves, burning huts, ruins, brothels,and taverns. The damned are faceless or have faces that are mutilated and atrocious, but they think of themselves as beautiful. The exercise of power and mutual hatred is their happiness. They devote their lives to politics, in the most South American sense of the word: that is, they live to scheme, to lie, and to impose their will on others. Swedenborg tells how a ray of celes tial light once fell into the depths of Hell; the damned perceived it as a stench, an ulcerated wound, a darkness.

>Hell is the other face of Heaven. This exact opposite is necessary for the balance of Creation. The Lord rules over it as he does over the heavens. The balance of the two spheres is necessary for free will, which must unceasingly choose between good, which emanates from Heaven, and evil, which em anates from Hell. Every day, every moment of every day, man is shaping his eternal damnation or his salvation. We will be what we are. The terrors or anxieties of dying, which usually appear when the dying person is frightened and confused, are of little importance. Whether or not we believe in personal immortality, it is undeniable that the doctrine revealed by Swedenborg is more moral and reasonable than that of the mysterious gift obtained, almost by chance, at the final hour.

Borges, obv. i'll stick in a link too.
https://swedenborg.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/SF_SwedenborgSampler.pdf

>>13175902
Is there any greater hubris than Christianity? Besides thinking that a god would give a fuck about you lowly mortals, you get up and spend about three hours getting ready to spend the day entirely within His gaze. Curling your fine locks; slowly inching on exquisite leggings; plucking away at the unsightly; adorning an intricately sewn and soft pair of felt shoes so that the earth remains undisturbed by your fleeing feet; closing yourself within layer upon layer of corsets and featherings to keep all forces and elements at bay while attracting the fancy of the piercing eyes of the world; spritzing your skin and hair with the eternal glaze of a prism; a second layer of leggings and tights to show off your gleamingly placid contours in relaxed poses; a wide-brimmed hat with the sweeping peacock lines of the ethereal; and finally a veiled nightshirt to keep any remaining inclement weather from betraying your fair skin, and especially adding the gravity of the world to those bouncing curls.

Yes. Yes. You are so fine and beholden to the heavens, an earthen vessel which G-d would love to take in his kind hands, kissing you gently. He will slowly remove all those layers of linen and silk, revealing the blossoming curves of you, the Virtuous Man. A spider woven into His web. And once naked in the light beyond this cursed earth He will ravage your gentle body without making you feel like a whore.

He will even watch as you spend another three hours piecing together your assemblage of the finest knitwear, just waiting for that gentle jiggling of the buttocks as you tighten your corset. As you gracefully walk away He will drape your curtain over your pallid shoulders; for You are the Veil of Maya and Logos.

CAN WE BAN ALL THOSE CHRISTKEKS SHITTING UP /lit/ ALREADY?

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what oddly pathological reactions, showing a lack of reflection and a projection of flaws more than anything
you can't improve your lot in life without first admitting you are nothing. i don't know how any of you actually live your lives, but I doubt you are truly happy or virtuous.