Evangelicals, Christian Conservatives and Neo-Fascist Religious Nuts! Here is something for you to ponder regarding your COVID rhetoric: Do you agree it is better to LIVE in Hell, than to SUFFER in Heaven?
Incoherent sleep-deprived 4am thoughts. From someone. With issues. Who’s very confused. By coincidences. And so many unanswered questions. Like can you say something, without saying anything. Happy Easter?
Oh God. As I talk to MYSELF about the LAST time I did THIS theme. This is slightly amusing for someone that had to sit through years of Catholic discussions on the Old Testament versus the New Testament.
I've now had a week to process this. In my life I've had 8 dogs. Lost track of the number of cats. Plus hamsters, mice, rats, rabbits, fish, birds and ducks. It's hard to say goodbye. Yeah. Even the fish.
New plan. I still need a break. But I made 369 of these. So. The ones I skipped. If I am wrong? A curse. A black rainbow will unleash zombie moths upon the land. They will fly up your nose and eat your brains.
Comic from my play. Was nearby to witness the response to a school shooting. Then learned. A victim? Neighbor. The gunman? Friend to a family member. There when it happened. Society never demands answers when it's culpable. Only "closure".
And thus concludes a month of probably way too much "me". For anyone that has dared to glimpse into my, um, soulless chest - and suddenly feels an urge to liquify? I am very truly sorry.
I thought I had completed this phase of development back in my 20s. But. Apparently. You can regress. Maybe we can develop a cure. Or vaccine. Because. Life is so much easier without the burden of "living".
Any afterlife in which I continue to exist as "me" - with my thoughts and emotions - is a continuation of this Hell. I look forward to the day I simply cease to exist.
(b) Ahh, the romanticization of the black death. And those funny flagellants. I don't know for sure what people in 100+ years are going to think about us when they look back. But it ain't gonna be purdy.
Oh Dear Him. I was contemplating a college professor - Dr. Peter Macky - I had for a couple Religion courses. So. Many. Stories. Anyone want to time travel? A lecture of his I heard in 1992 exists on YouTube.
In theory, I recognize that the continuation of breathing activity is not equivalent to torture. But. In practice?!? Let's debate. Anyway. For the next "game" I want to be a psychopath. That would make life so much easier.
Whenever I slip into nihilism. A pattern obvious to anyone. It's not depression. Or even pessimism. It's disappointment. We - as individuals and as a species - have so much potential. But. Much, much more ... excuses.
Rejoice, my lost son. For all that is. Or was. Will be. Swallowed by the sea of time. As you. But a brief dint. To eons. Of quartz. Are consumed. Without worry. Without wares. Without sorrow. And. Forgotten.
I was "addicted" to SimCity in college. Yes. The original. Much to the annoyance of my roommate - since I was using his computer - a shiny new i486. Bob was a Physics major and it was the golden age of TNG. We got along fine.
Humans are ... not enough space for a list. Anywhatever. We really deserve to perish. While part of me says make it quick. Most of me believes we've earned whatever horrendous ending awaits us. And then some. And then some more.
Self-Help Sunday! How? I realized at an early age I have distinct personalities I could "change into" as needed. And? Time for a "sane" me. If. You ask. Has anyone ever seen the real me? I'm not sure who that is anymore.
What if there was a concept that could virtually eliminate poverty, hunger, homelessness? But. Humanity. And? Our potential to use it for evil. The future? Is a choice. Utopian paradise. Or. Dystopian wasteland.
I have never been lost. But. I do have a tendency to get "lost". In thought. And have missed an exit. Or four. I don't use GPS for directions. As much as an alarm clock. So. I can envision walking into an open elevator shaft.
The calm before the storm. Or. The calm before the end. What has this useless journey taught me? That if the world ceased to exist tomorrow - I can live with that. For I know there is no life - in the space outside my head.