I'm happy to say I live in a noisy house

I never thought I would be happy to say I live in a noisy house
At one time I wanted peace and I was so glad for the moments they would come
The silence of having nothing to say because so much was being said so often
The quiet was like a break
A break from all that noise
The sounds of things needing to be fixed
Things broken, things being broke
The windy scream of things falling from way up high
The whining moan of things neglected, things needing to be done
Ohhhhh the silence
I would pray for the silence. Plead for the quiet
Promise to change if the noise would just go away
And then one day the silence came
On a day I did not ask for it
The quiet. The quiet. It was so loud.
Screeching down the walls like a chalkboard
Chirping in every corner, banging in every room

Silence

I begged for sounds I pleaded for noises
But for days nothing
I prayed to hear anything no matter how the sound was made
I re-played the old sounds of the house in my head
Just so I could feel like I was hearing something again
Re-played the old sounds of broken things trying to work
Re-hear the nocks from binds giving way
I would get so still just trying to listen
But not hearing sounds for so long made the noises sound so different
My perspectives had changed
Instead of just hearing what was breaking I started to hear why they were being broke
I heard not just the shattering of glass but the long strain on the weight of the stand
I heard the rip in the fabric, and also the stress of the seems giving way
Then slowly I started to hear sounds in the house again
Only now I didn't just hear the sounds of things already broken
I started to hear the sounds of things being fixed
The sounds of things slowly starting to work
The screech of gears working after being dormant so long
Replaced the silence from a thing turned off
Funny now how the drone of silence is louder than the howl of not quite smooth yet
How the screams of laughter and the driving points from the sounds of words
Are not quite as piercing as the bright sounds from silence
Funny even still just how noisy my house is now
But calming much more than once wished for silence
I never thought I would be happy to say I live in a noisy house
And that the noise gives me much more peace than the quiet

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Will merging religion with culture make us more sexually moral?

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Will merging religion with culture make us more sexually moral?

It is so hard to walk into a conversation about sexual morality with the understanding that religion and cultural norms will be involved and not walk right out.

It is even harder to actually give credence to the though that any nation on earth is unified enough religiously and culturally to successfully combine the two for a "better" social - sexual outcome.

Perhaps the best discussion about sexuality in such a volatile climate as the 21st century is to be a sociological conversation not a religious one. The question is posed how best to create a work-around for the obstacles of sexual morality in society. Shouldn't the answer at least come from the same subject? The sharp decline in global sexual morality doesn't come from religious differences as much as it comes from social differences. No major religion practiced openly by the masses that I am aware of abdicates the use of personally irresponsible sexual behavior. Religion as a concept has not changed drastically in the last 2thousand years. So why is it getting so bad out there?

The thing that has changed is society. The Muslim girls of central Asia see how openly the women of the new Iraqi parliament are allowed to dress and they are confused. Protestant girls in Kentucky see how the young women at their local college go out on dates and are confused. Teenage girls in Idaho gather around to watch teenage girls on TV kissing and making out during prime time and gather around the next day at school to talk about it. All 6 different groups of females would be completely out of place if they were exiled in the other groups way of life. They wouldn't be lost religiously . . . their God would probably come with them. What would be missing is their understanding of the society that they are part of.

Shouldn't we as members of society seek to change our group norm instead of our individualistic religious doctrines if we at all want to be successful in the sexual education of our youth? Religious awareness doesn't teach you how to feel about the act of sex, only the recourse and righteousness of it. Likewise societal understanding wont teach you if you should have sex, only how society looks at those who want, have, and exude it.


***Food for thought***
Where did you get your first concept of sex? Is it different then your current religious view of sex?

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