Journal #41

Emily Dickinson wrote many poems of varying lengths in her secluded lifetime. There were many, such as "Faith is a Fine Invention," written to be interpreted in a multitude of equally varying ways. In this four line, one stanza poem from Dickinson, faith itself is the main focus. Not only does she attack faith, but she does so by picking apart the flaws in faith using scientific evidence in the shape of the implementation of the microscope. Now, as some people may not know, I do not like overly examining pretty much anything. And, sadly, Dickinson is famous for making poems that cause the reader to examine them from multiple points of view. So, instead of taking on the points of view of multiple people, all of which are clearly not me, I think I will stick to my own perspective on this poem. First of all, I hate Dickinson...a lot. Faith, in my opinion, is not a fine invention because it honestly only creates difficulties among people. Each set of religious views is different from the others in many ways, let them be ranging from very small to a complete change in deity. You never really know. And when those followers of certain religions clash with those of others, some people do not take lightly to the idea of another religion being more suitable to the other person. Hate crimes are just as common for religious views as they are for race or color. Next, faith really gives people places to rest their aggression. After all, in times of trouble, what would people exclaim other than "God dang it!" or a variation, which still contains the same implication of a god. When something bad happens, they ask God for a way out because they are too afraid to "man up" and take control of the situation, despite their ability of regaining control - if you cause the problem, you should be able to figure out a solution. Oh, hey, look! I'm done!