I’ve always had a deep relationship with words, It’s more than sexual. How amazing are these God-given collections, clusters of alphabets we use to express, to compress, to unveil, to convey our thoughts and feelings to our fellow brothers and sisters, the same brothers and sisters who don’t ruin but jejunely numb words. They detach a word’s true emotions, they create a motion, a revolution, it’s hard to fight it, “Diet”, the minute we hear the word, we think weight-loss, food deprivation, starving, and that’s not what a diet is all about. That’s just one of the words that has been drained of its essences by society, to add to that, words are not all we drain, It’s unfortunate that we do the same to the true nature of humanity, armed with the audacity to blame our actions of hate on our beliefs, religious or political.
They say believers never die, I say believers do die, together we cry as they die every single day, perhaps not an ashes to ashes kind of death but perhaps a deathless kind of death, one which an individual finds themself as being less of what they’re expected to be as we convict each other of not being good enough, attacking each other for not living up to standards we’re all admittedly too human to live by. Perfection.
We all try to be the best we can be, but how can a man of God be a G? How easy would it be for everyone to be a believer, to be strong in faith if the good book was in tune with our cave man needs, our sexual greed, not to be tied down with a verse from the 1st book of Samuel. How high are the standards of our religion(s) when various elements that make us who we are, elements that come so naturally to us are wrong?
Described by the artist as a song that talks about love being a death, how when in love one catches themself dying in the most wonderful way, armed with a music video that explores (an) organization(s) that undermines humanity whether it be a certain belief system or political regime. “Take Me To Church” talks about the contemplation of sin, something most teenagers unconsciously or otherwise go through as they find their first love. This of course possibly leading to premarital sex, breaking up with a “lover” etcetera, as the aftermath of such, one tends to question their faith, if they’re good enough to be a child of God. Driven by self doubt, they lose it all, they rebel.
We were born sick, perhaps death is our health, our nirvana, We were born sick… I was born sick, But I love it, Command me to be well are Lyrics from “Take Me To Church”, Commanded to be well daily by each other our culture our religion, political regimes, we all remain imperfect, unclean, united we preach in conviction, in confusion.
Trying my best to keep this post as short as possible, I’d like to wrap it up by making it right with my fellow brothers and sisters. In this post I’ve hinted how humanly it is for us to go against the good book, how being alive is when we get to feed our cave man or “natural” desires for sex and everything else. I also mentioned that Hozier said “Take Me To Church” is how love is death or dying in the most wonderful way. That my brothers and sisters is because when you do love, whether it be a God or a significant other, none of those “YOLO” inspired stunts matter, but the loved one in question and keeping the relationship alive.