Fine Atheism

I find it to be an oddly telling thing that the Bible never clearly outlines the subject of love. Often, the book speaks of a kind of love in the abstracted sense, toward some beatific father-figure; paternal love. Wives are referred to as chattel; we are told to respect our Mothers and our Fathers, but are never told to care for them. While one is instructed to be respectful of the belongings, livestock, slaves and female spouses (let’s look at them as existing in a mutually exclusive state) of those around us, we are never told within The Good Book to love one another. We are never instructed to care, which I find to be an oddly telling thing. Should a Being of Infinite Love and Wisdom exist, wouldn’t it stand to reason that the book that supposedly contains said beings’ literal truth be filled to bursting with verse after verse after verse commanding us all to love one another? Verse after verse on how to build and sustain that love? Instead, there is passage after passage outlining the ownership of other human beings; outlining laws of ownership; outlining the foundations of racism, sexism and homophobia. I can’t help but feel that the Bible, in and of itself, is just another rambling tome of humanity’s ability to delude itself into believing the importance of our own existence… God, within the verse, precludes Itself from the possibility of existence because He (I use that lightly) never once offers a voice for simple, human love — that weird, inexplicable thing which we all, ALL, invariably, inevitably search for, seek out and quietly need.