Page 6 - X Commandementsfor Unbelievers

Feel their rhythm—the rhythm of days that pass, of
temptations that return, of time that demands meaning.

Listen to the sound of your own judgment rising quietly
between the verses.
It may be older than your culture, older than your language,

older than your pride.
It may be the same moral hum that once spoke to Moses from
a mountain, or to a child in a dream.

No tablets, no sermons—just words that remember what
commandments once meant.

That to envy is to poison joy: to be someone else and to make
your feel guilty of who you are with your grands, your
parents, your childhood loving heroes.

It is not “sophistication” it’s a distortion of your freedom to be
a proud human being with long and bright ancestry tree.
That to lie is to wound trust.

That to humiliate is to kill without touching.
That “freedom” without conscience is

only another form of slavery, isn’t it?
That life, at its purest, is not about pleasure or pain,
but about meaning.

So—read, listen, sing, humming and feel. Let the poems

challenge and comfort you, make you proud to think
differently of the crowd, proud to stand

alone or within, proud to choose for yourself.
For even when rules have faded and your faith is mocked,
the inner rhythm remains: a song of your choice,

of dignity, of conscience—still humming, quietly, beneath the
noise of the world.

And, yeah, you can be “Your own Pope! “
… if you wish so.

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