Religion is either a bridge, or it is a prison.
Religion either opens us to the larger life we hold in common with all beings, or it imprisons us within itself.
Religion is either the pursuit of the original song of our hearts or it is a parrot song whimpered within gilded cages.
If religion does not free us from its own dogma, it fills our minds with words of the dead. Such faith permits us to believe but not to think.
If religion does not free us from its own moralisms, we become robotic mimes living in formulaic gestures instead of loving relationships.
Religion either calls us beyond its own walls into the whole of life or it shrink wraps our horizons down to those of its own sect and culture.
Immature religion praises the seed but forbids the blossom.