Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Random Thinking

To Cornelius

I think. I think therefore I should exist. But truly...
Is there such thing as existence? Is there sense to our beliefs, our actions? Our thoughts...
I left God alone these past months. I left complaining to God alone long time ago. Gods are mere creations of the human mind, projections of the human self, in it's flaws and imperfections. No, it's useless complaining to a god. It would be a most foolish way of rhetoric to one's self, as gods are the monsters of one's subconscious, unconscious, you name it.
Humans created their gods to have some one to perpetually blame, a scapegoat - like Syria, in recent times, but which fortunately doesn't make it a god! - but, the fools, they ended overloading the poor devils with their hopes as well. To explain how useless that is, compare with putting all your hopes in a dresser.
Cornelius told me some time ago how my cosmogonies gave him great immunity, as rarely he finds anything to shock him anymore. This time, I won't write another universe. I'll deconstruct this one. What do I know about it? Only uncertainties and speculations and lies. Should I believe them? Should one believe without questioning? In an age of Apocalypse and death, corporations and slavery under the mask of "liberation", should this worthless disease that calls itself "humanity" believe without questioning? Should it stop it's fury of overfeeding it's greed and hunger for more and more, more low worthless stuff for it's low worthless self? Should it open those long shut eyes rotten with puss of brain-washing? brain that doesn't serve humanity any good, mind, since it was the first of it's features to be left behind so willingly and easily. Should it wake up on this last desperate hour?
No.
No, it would be pointless to reach it's long petrified heart and grab it from the clutches of it's self-inflicted sleep of indolence. No good, would come from it, not after centuries of lies and destruction that we even have the guts not to recognize. Not when we have those blasted gods to scapegoat for our stupid actions. Not when we have hordes of rotting priests to put the smallest rebellious thought of doubt to sleep with tall tales of our saviours that our beloved gods will send in the last hours of despair. Our beloved gods...
We created our beloved gods. Then we made up a nice cosmogony, not as nice as mine, a decent cosmogony, to fool the fool with these new gods. We created our gods. Then we told the story once, and twice and a thousand times until we believed it ourselves. We created our gods. Then we passed on our story throughout the generations, and we ourselves being long lost, the story outlived us and the gods outlived us, and the generations forgot us but remembered their gods. We created our gods. Then different tribes with different variations of lies started spreading their hate on basis that their gods being the rightful gods. We created our gods. Wars were started, led, dictated by the most righteous of the gods. We created our gods. All sorts of schizophrenics pretended prophecy and god-illumination, smoking lights and holy spirits inseminating virgins, holy wars and spread of belief. Through sword, through word, through stone, through martyrdom and entertainment at Circus Maximus. In the name of "our gods". We created our gods. Crimes were committed as dictated by the gods. We created our gods! Countries were destroyed as dictated by the prophecies of our gods. We created our gods! Animals, plants, holy pure lives were wasted for our gods commended us to be fruitful. We created our gods! Man reached the Moon. We created our gods! The human genome was broken, the code was hacked, we became gods, we ARE gods. WE CREATED OUR GODS! Yet 6 billion parasites are ever- ready, just waiting for one right the moment to kill each others in the name of OUR GODS!
WE CREATED OUR GODS!!!
We created our gods, they were to be our slaves, our scapegoats for every foolish mistake we might have made. We are today the scapegoats of our gods, our own creation, the slaves of a stupid illusion we engineered ourselves. We deserve our cynic existence, even only for being bloody stupid, by all gods! we do deserve it. And we'll only see our foolishness on Judgment Day, when we'll understand there's no Judgment Day, no Messiah, Jesus or Mahdi to absolute us. There will be only us. Each one, alone, with his own self.