Chapter 1

From: rj2005@freemail.com
Subject: The Only Truth
Date: 5 September 2006 09:08:37 BST
To: hjm276@freemail.com

We all have desires; some we embrace, others we suppress, and because of this none of us lead totally fulfilled lives. It’s the price we pay, the entrance fee so to speak, for our place in and the benefits we gain from this thing we call society. We label our suppressed desires as antisocial, perverse or unnatural; as though they go against some kind of natural law, written down and passed from generation to generation. We deal in absolutes; right and wrong, good or bad, black and white. But I’ll let you into a secret; there are no absolutes – everything is subjective. There is no absolute right and wrong, no one’s all good or all bad – there is no black and white, just an infinite number of shades of grey. We deny ourselves so much, and for what – the right to live a half live? Society is fickle, so so fickle; what it deems to be acceptable today it will treat as aberrant tomorrow. What makes murder sometimes justifiable and rape not; why is having more than we need a virtue and taking what we need a sin? Homosexuality – to the Greeks and Romans it was as natural a love as that between a man and a woman, but then society moves on and Christianity, with all it’s moral bigotry, holds sway. Homosexuality is now a sin against God, punishable by death! Yet, today society again embraces them, offering them all the same protections it affords heterosexuals! What’s changed? Has homosexuality changed, or has society just moved the goal posts again – rewritten the rules? No, there is no absolute right or wrong, and only one eternal truth – the truth you feel inside! If there is a God would he be so sick as to create you and then give you needs and desires you can never fulfil – and if there isn’t a supreme creator only nature, what makes one mans desires acceptable and another’s not? Why die a bitter shadow of who you could have been – accept yourself, embrace who you truly are without shame or regret? There can be no greater celebration of the miracle of your creation than with you dying breath to be able to say, ‘I lived my life, true to myself.’

RJ