A conspiracy, a joke, a trap What is it? Why does it feel so wrong? I feel that life can be so much more, therefore, It can be, So long as men yearn for more, See the beauty that can be, Hope remains, Some, inexplicably, horrificially unseen force brings men to deny this fact, So long as men raise up thier voice in defiance, The blatant, blinding, brilliance of Truth can never be diminished, They would have you believe life is suffering, Can we not fight the pain? Shouldn't we? Can it be justified, that our one life on this glorious realm of reality, consist of misery at the fact that we are alive? WE LIVE! Rejoice, revel in the beauty of life, Would a God of Love and ultimate understanding condemn us to a life of torture? The greatest gift given to the greatest creation is free will, Why do we use this gift to damn ourselves? Then turn around and blame it on everything but the source? Our own minds, our own decision, The choice is ours and always has been. Question Everything
You summed it up pretty good lost one. Blame, denial, pride--everything we use to keep ourselves form having to admit we're fools makes us look that mush more foolish. ever notice the characters in a comedy don't seem to know they're in a comedy? The fact that they're taking themselves so seriously in the midst of absurdity is what makes it funny (thinking George Castansa from Seignfeld here). the audience, sitting back uneffected by the chaos, can see it for what it is. If we can take a step back from our own absurdity we can see it for what it is and be uneffected by it. emotion is energy--it's life itself--it's a good idea to take care what you spend it on. In the middle of the chaos it always seems like God's laughing at us out of scorn and contempt. If you take a step back you'll get the joke and you can laugh right along with him.
Here's something from the Gospel of St Anchovie of Pesto in the Pasta-Farian bible; Anchovie 4:20.... A nd the people of the world were exceedingly confused in those days, and were guilty of all manner of nastiness in the eyes of Jah. Of blasphemie and rudeness were they guilty, and of backbiting and cutting each other off on the way. But more than all these the people were guilty of guilt, for it was of guilt that all other offenses were born. For it was ordained from the begining that man should have free will to be a fuck up, and therby learn from his mistakes and grow in the image of Jah. But because of fear in the shape of guilt, man had been kept from learning his lessons, and had instead learned to blame his mistakes and failings on his nieghbors and kin. And thus was born resentment, self righteousness, and still more guilt. And nowhere in the world of mankind was guilt more prevalent than among the tribes of the IsThisRealites. And there was a man among the IsThisRealites named Jah's-Us who saw all this clearly. And Jah's-Us said unto his diciples "Ok, here's the plan; you know how our folks go down to the temple every sunday and buy animals they can sacrifice and it supposedly absolves them of all the shity things they did that week? Well, what if a man were too convince everybody that he was Jah incarnate, throw a few miracles at them to seal the deal, and then sacrifice himself in attonement for every shitty thing anybody's ever done to anybody else? Think about it; everybody would be able to start over with a clean slate, nobody'd have anything to feel guilty or resentful or ashamed about and everybody would start treating each other like everything was Ok. And best of all, people would be able to face themselves and find Jah, for it is guilt that causes people to turn their faces from him and hide themselves and their deeds under a stinking mountain of their own bullshit, yea, all of their opinions, and rationalazations, and even their religion. And Jah's-us did as he had said, and caused himself to be sacrificed before all the IsThisRealites in Jah-Rules-alem. And many saw what he had done, and said to themselves "surely this man was Jah incarnate, come to earth to suffer and attone that we might have a second chance. And of course, they all felt very guilty about this...... __________________
If there is an Omni-Max deity, the choice is not ours and never has been. It was predetermined from the get-go. Btw, I am beginning to think that Naykid and Kharakov are the same entity.
If there's someone writing the script then it's up to him whether or not we enjoy the show? thank you!
You mean like Marion Crane enjoyed her pre-written life and death in her life's movie? I am sure Marion really loooved being brutally stabbed in the shower! Ok, my suspicions have just been confirmed. Anyone who would be proud to be Kharakov IS Kharakov.
Lol! don't know who Marion Crane is, but if there hadn't been some at least morbidly enjoyable aspect to it they wouldn't have made a movie about it.
I'm sure SHE didn't enjoy it--the character, that is. Just like us (characters) in your "God's" little movie. Thank ME, I don't believe such shit.
I've been in quite a few motorcycle accidents. One thing that happens as soon as you're confronted by something you don't have any control over (in this case the laws of physics and the consequences of my own stupidity) is that you step outside of yourself and the situation for a moment (no need to hang around, there's no choices to make, gravity and reflexes are running the show) and then it's just exciting as hell. (bet he comes back and asks me if I was wearing a helmet).
