Moments in Perpetual Motion

By Lee Gunnell

Moments in Perpetual Motion, is a collection of light and engaging philosophical tales; both fiction and non-fiction, designed to offer an alternate view toward varying aspects of existence on planet Earth. From the endless battles of human chess, the life of a pair of shoes and the simple beauty in a rose which finds its way through the concrete chaos above it - to shine in all its natural glory, this book contains 22 accounts of our unspoken, spiritual world; lost within the iron throne of human civilisation. A must for thinkers and feelers alike.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee Gunnell
• Release date: Jan 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370451357

Lee Gunnell

Born January 1981 in London, England. English, left-handed male. Fascinated by life, sometimes.

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INTRODUCTION

There is no truth beyond perception. There are ideas, systems, possibilities, and constructs, but they all lead to the same reality; the world is whatever we see it to be.

Moments in Perpetual Motion is nodefining account of reality, rather a collection of light and interesting philosophical stories, designed to offer an alternate view toward varying aspects of existence. Read and take as you wish, but please enjoy my work – it was created to do so.

Thank you.

Lee Gunnell 2017

On God’s Behalf

A Christian preacher endlessly repeats the phrase Nobody is worthy of praise, but Jesus!. Twenty meters to his left, an Arabic male stands before a table of Islam, containing a banner reading No one is worthy of praise, but Allah!. Sitting in the middle of Cardiff city centre, watching on as random people pass by to catch the one man drum kit behind them instead. My residing thought about the 'messengers' is one of; Well, one thing I do know for certain… you can’t both be right!

For me, the notion of God has no association with religion. God is an eternal force of unexplainable light; which lives within our hearts from the day we are born. It is a term used to describe the miracles of life, and answers to questions too vast for our primitive mindsets. It is also another word for love, which has nothing to do with any systematic doctrine designed around judgement, destruction, or telling others they are wrong to follow whichever spiritual path they desire.

The love of God is about forgiveness, acceptance, and helping each other grow. The force of No one is worthy of praise, but carries elements of fear and attrition; aspects of insecure egos, not love. For these reasons alone, I find it hard to believe religions are truly ethereal. Even if they had started out as genuine plans of God to unify, man has hijacked the perception so much, all the purity has long vanished. Now instead of following God's plan, we are ordered to follow man's plan; pretending to be from God. I'm not buying it.

Perhaps I am wrong, and lack the necessary faith to become a true convert. Which means I am going to hell; quite harsh really, considering my decency comes from compassion, and not the force of a bunch of words, written by the hands of a man, upon sheets of paper. Their paths of judgement and rules go against the nature of human freedom. They always tell us how destruction is all part of God’s plan. Well last time I looked, men caused the tragedies of the crusades and World War Two; it had nothing to do with God. I always thought God’s plan was simply to give us life, make us all different while the same, and hope we learn to accept one another, and just be cool to each other.

I am not entirely against religion, as anything which improves without harming others, is good with me. And for those who carry their respective faiths as a catalyst for positive growth; in a dignified, peaceful manner, I salute you. It’s just the problem I have with the notion of all these religions having the answers, is how they arrive in a human form; as someone supposedly speaking on Gods behalf. God says more to the human race with a single sunshine or thunderstorm, than a thousand preachers could say in one hundred thousand years. When I want to speak to God, I listen to the subtle actions made around me; not some wanker on the street, screaming shit in my ears about an apocalypse which never happens.

I do not believe any human being speaks on Gods behalf; at least knowingly, anyway. So when I see man made signs reading No one is worthy of praise, but Allah. Or Homo-Sapien vocal chords preaching "Nobody is worthy of