My sermon on the mount

Blessed be those who read to listen and not to judge.

Blessed be those who keep their eyes open not only to look at the form, but to see the context, for they will be the first to hear the new narratives.

Blessed be those who write the new narratives when the old ones serve us no more, for they will save the world. (May the Holly Spirit send the Muses to guide them.)

 

Blessed be the ones that follow the lust of the flesh, for they honour the gifts of the gods and resist the temptation of holiness that leads to resentment, and they will taste happiness.

 

Blessed be those who have nothing to hide and would share their lives with the world—to show people the reality of what it means to be human—to establish a universal income, for they will make gold out of lead.

Blessed be those that welcome, save, and enjoy money, but who wouldn’t hurt anyone for profit.

‘Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's’

 

Blessed be those who don't turn a conversation into a battle—where if you get the upper hand, you're missing the point.

Blessed be those who know how to set limits, yet they are still kind. (Always be kind.)

Blessed be those who will only fight for a win-win outcome battle, for they will save us from Armageddon.

Blessed be those who keep their mouths shut when they think they know better—even when they believe that their advice will help—without checking their motives first.

 

Blessed be the mothers and fathers that do their best for their children and let their children be free when the kids are ready, but always continue to support them.

Blessed be those who don't mix having children with being married, for they will end a vicious cycle of madness.

 

Blessed be those who don't see borders, and skin colour, and genders, but are willing to be persecuted for the freedom of speech, for no one can ever hope to restrict them.

 

Blessed be those who don't lie to themselves, for their own bodies will always trust them, and a special kind of health will be set upon them, and they will inherit the kingdom of their sanity.

 

Blessed be those who create themselves.

Blessed be the individual that seeks self-actualization in their quest.

Blessed be those who worry that they don’t have a soul, for their sorrow has created a soul for them—for they are our only hope.

 

Blessed be those who fight to get up in the morning—because life sucks, or their life sucks—but they get up anyway to seek for a reason to get up the next morning (some of them even seek immortality to honour the gift of life) for they will teach as how to persevere.

 

Blessed be the individual, for the hero is that who will inherit the Earth.

 

Bless it be the ones who love everyone.

Blessed be those who are smart enough to know the truth about human nature, yet they still trust enough to love, for they will never be left without someone to comfort and shelter them.

 

Blessed be those who forgive the gods, for they will resurrect them.