All Atheists acknowledge the true concept of the divine.

The emotional nature of divine is our shared history and lives.

Venus and Aphrodite’s are carved in fifty thousand year old figurines
Even in contemporary golden screens,
we find lustful feminine figurines of fantasy.
Even Albina and her tempestuous bard of star crossed lovers span the gulf of time and of man’s
young lustful desires.

Trusty Athena sits with amused contemplation of the ensuing soap opera that is our daily lives.

The misogynistic mythic monotheisms are too harsh, too brutal and too unkind to the sacred
feminine, the embodiment and gift of love to man. Their time is nigh.

To be divine is to be ourselves, the human animal refined, like Philotes we personify our affection
of human emotion and traits in divine fantasy; these small gods we.

Divinity is like the Blue Rose, a story, a symbol to inspire hope in a search for that divine; the
unattainable love.

Atheist’s know the divine.
We see it in the eye’s and smiles of a loved one at play.
We see, hear and feel it with a sensual word or touch of a friend or partner.
We nurture it with our son’s and daughter’s.
Love is in the eyes and the mind, yes we know the Rose is divine.