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The Politics of Religions: Beyond Inclusion-Exclusion

There are two aspects of every religion. One, its message is to adhere with the moral principles of love and compassion. Second, its institutional aspect, which is naturally unique and immanently diverse. In that sense, every life on the planet is one and same. Only a compassionate heart can perceive the common message of every religion. All the struggles for majority-minority identity making have nothing to do with religion; it's politics. Politics is by its nature self-centered which thrives on the construction of parochial identity. Politics is not our nature as claimed by Aristotle, rather it is love. Secularism itself is a "civic-religion", based on constitutionalism, scientific temper, and rationality, and its message is same as any other religion has. All the struggles for identity are futile. Division is not our destiny. Only love and compassion are our true nature, rest are nothing but conditioned-illusions, perpetuated through thoughts, which have been cultivated in our memory since long-long time. Conflict is not about west v. rest or this religion v. that religion. It is, rather, related to our insincere image-making identities about each-other. No doctrine or principle is needed to cultivate love. It is our nature, clouded by narrow-minded identity politics. All the debates around "principled distance" or "equal distance" must not arise at the first place. If religion is lost in the "politics of its institutionalization" for inclusion and exclusion, naturally, such practices are anathema to the religion itself. There is a famous saying that one has discovered the truth and shared this news with his friend, and his friend suggested to organize it and institutionalize it; for what purpose? For narrow and self-centered interest. It's easy to blame others but difficult to accept that every problem starts with an incorrect approach of looking and experiencing. It's a phenomenalogical question. The craving for security and finding refuge in small identity are the causes of our misery and confusion.Our mind is confused so it could not resolve the problem. It is to identify as life, the supreme energy, without any fragmentation liberates us.

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