“Without the fear of death, there is no fear, itself. That is, to fear, means to desire an end. An end to pain, would place fear and pain in a vicious cycle, to which fear makes us desire all amount of positive emotions, to cleanse the pain. Those emotions would resonate upon love. Love cleanses fear, and is in polar opposite to death. Therefore, without a fear of death, there would be no emotions. Once again, this is due to how fear generates the need for every other emotion, because fear remains as the most primitive and ancient emotion, to exist. After fear, and after when age matures a child enough so that they no longer fear the environment; that is, after adaption and strength takes hold of youth, there are the other emotions, connecting with human connection. To desire immortality, makes a human desire not life, but numbness. For that is due to when fear will create pain, fear and pain also reminds a human that they are alive, and not dead.”
“The beholder of the artist’s creation, has seen also God’s creations, so revealed by what the artist is, when he is dead; and we say the same for God, to say that God has never existed. It should be the most obvious thing, when the artist has died, swiped his final stroke, and finally has found fame when his body has become ashes. He no longer exists, and so, his works are praised. In the same sense, when God is no longer in existence, is no longer believed, humans see humans, humans find science to be useful; and, the most that comes from this, is to find that we enslave one another, while believing we are free. From the artist’s chains? From God’s chains? It is only because a life has no use, when dead. Though, why is it that we say we are free, that we are independent, when we are away from a mother, from a father? Is it the same?”
“For what ignorance stands for, it is poverty. It is the loss, the unknown, and the fear; and it relates to the reptilian brain, where the brain stem controls the rate of the heart and the ‘fight or flight’ response. The Biblical tale of Adam & Eve reveals the three levels of the brain, in terms of Womanhood. As a darker truth, Womanhood, or Woman’s womb, is a stark emptiness, before she ‘bites the fruit’ so that she is appeased by the middling level, or the higher level: the mammalian brain, or primate brain, where there are two truths, of materialism. A heart of gold provides love, while a handful of gold provides life. The middle brain is above poverty, and is the place of life. For Woman to bite the apple, and see life, makes her available in immediacy within the sciences, as she has embraced deception, by this manner. Two truths, of both love and life, would turn Woman upon ‘resistance’ or ‘preservation of life’, and such turns Woman above poverty. Because, of the harlot, the ‘woman of nothing’, is a sorry sight for what is translated: to see an impoverished woman without life, in her, to bloom when love is atop her. Woman, or a woman, will gather deception in arms, when stepping away from poverty to be among the sciences; Woman, or a woman, will step into God’s realm, and float past the sciences, so that she is past life, past deception and cruelty, and is raised by the highest truth. It is the truth of love that would make poverty become comforted.”
“Where had humans soared when they looked upwards to the sky? They had seen God, they had seen the sun, they had seen warmth; and what else? They saw the limitlessness of space. Now when science turns humans from staring upwards at the Universe, towards the Earth where we may discover ourselves, we are limited in such a degree. We are limited, because to stare at our own flesh, reveals the vulnerabilities of our fleshy existence. When we, as religious folks, stared upwards, we yearned to soar in infinity. And then, as all angels cast down from Heaven, we discover only one thing among the sciences: that the descent is a far shorter process, over the ascension.
We show a clinging upon Death, upon Socialism, the creator of poverty. We look downwards, in our depression, because the impoverished have lost all; and in losing all, their eyes are staring at what has seemingly been buried, seemingly been forgotten, or seemingly neglected.
We have no sight of equality, after we’ve turned our eyes from Heaven, from the sky, and from God. A ‘discovery of ourselves’ only turns us towards a descent, a spiraling decline downwards.
And where is the proof behind such a descent? It shall be illustrated.
Look to when we saw ourselves staring upwards, and we held a faith in God.
Then, when science came around, we held a faith, or a trust, in humans.
And now, when the sciences have betrayed us, when money and greed have become our comfort, we turn to animals.
We see, from this, that Darwin has always been our Prophet, because in today’s time, our ‘epic descent’ has caused us to have trust in our origin. That is, in animals, in the very Nature of Nature, itself.”
Go belittle all else! Unto this rotten love, Of all else given, We’ve dismembered enough, As our cries show many agonies, Many moments of eternity.
We are frail children, Tiny ones of no might. We have death as mothers, And cruelty as fathers.
We are children perhaps of love? We are what remains of a rotten world, And its disguised future. Funerals surround us in antiquity.
Prayers are our final outcome, Not the death, nor the message from the bottle. Not the wine that we drain on dried lips. I finally bequeath this question unto us, “What will we become, Besides another questioner?”
Reason makes Christ a nuance, It makes religion a forthcoming. It makes tragedy a storytelling. What has become of love?
We fall so easily Into each other’s arms. We lick each other’s wounds, And grace each other’s palms, With blood and sand, With tears and ashes.
I could kiss thee, And rain upon thee, My weeping. Though, how could I ever, When you can’t even define the forever?
“The fool and his view of religion as control, has made the view of ‘control’ as one-sided. Such a fool will say that religion deems to control, through enslavement, and such a negative view will inspire those to take greater inspiration from ignorance. For there is a positive form of control, and such is guidance and wisdom. The ‘lack of common sense’ and the replacement of political power over the church, has created this. Such fools who say that religion deems to control, are so much the fool that they cannot comprehend what created religion. Faith and trust. These components are the same essences placed forth for the politician. What has changed? Nothing. We promote change, not love. We inevitably begin to yearn for love, and to ‘yearn for love’ is to yearn for the ‘Second Coming’ when Christ returns. This is to yearn for love to return. Is it not true that when hatred and division dominates, that we yearn for love? Religion promoted and promotes the modesty that comes with love. And through individualism, there is, with it, the promotion of change. With change, we decline. We love, we are settled, and we want nothing more than the honesty pertaining to common sense.”
“A different God, not the God of love, but the God of power, will promise the weak a place of power. God is everywhere, though so is Satan. And a creature of worship who does not offer the comfort and solace of a home, is not anything of honesty. It is deception that a world worships, should the weak be allowed to dominate through fragility. A fragile domination creates a fragile society. And a world that has no honesty but the brute nature of raw power, is not a world that seeks rest upon those who create. Soon, those who create, those who develop, who represent power and who represent change, will fall and then again, be the God of love, who sees who they’ve ignored. For a God of love does not stay at the top to perpetually espy the horizon. They occasionally stoop down to see what is at their feet, so that nothing is ignored.”
“Do people seek the reality of God or the love of God? I ask which it is, because to see the reality of God would be to deny life, and we’ve already succeeded in denying love and its importance. In a world of ever-changing ‘progression’, there is continually to be the negligence put against the unchanging, referring to love. Should one search for love, they’d soon refuse to change, refuse to advance, and refuse to move on; unless death were to overtake the beloved and they’d have no choice but to step away from the body. To see reality, is to see death. To see love, is to see love. And yet, both are unchanging. And so we finally ask, which do we flee from, for its danger? Love or death? The burning fires that comes with love, or the burning coldness that comes with the frigid nature within death?”
She is just as all other characters to our tale of tragedy. Nothingness has become a common idea for this tale. And yet, does beauty have a place within tragedy? Or is it that when one ploughs through tragedy to find some comfort, that we become ever more beautiful? Beauty is the idea by which a human will fight to protect that which is precious to them. In such protection, and never negligence, as our characters are wonted to do, there is nothing but the illusion that a human will live forever.
Will a scientist or
inventor create immortality in the human? If such should occur, then love will
be forever forsaken. Love is the only thing one has for fulfillment, and a mortal
life is only a protected life, not a life of godhood. God has no fulfillment,
save for the endless depression originated from no fulfillment. For he had
given up a life, his son, for that reason, and that is to show the importance
Death is nothing for
fear’s sake, though for the sight of rest, it is something to find as the only
thing that should be endless.
Love is, the motivation
by which we protect, so that our lives are lost in place of our beloved’s life.
When they die, we choose ourselves to blame. We blame God, as well, due to how
we inevitably know, whether knowledgeable or not, that love had been the
failing strength in what we could not do. Such blame either turns to us, or the
maker of love.
Do we blame
responsibility, or do we blame those who created us?
It is inevitable that
there are two sides to blame both.
For when Antoine
looks upon his grandmother’s face and notices the wrinkles that are many, and
the happiness that she lacks, he is at least content to know what he
Acceptance is the
feeling by which we either may embrace the evil or the light that surrounds us;
and we embrace it, though may not know which is buried, has been exhumed like a
coffin from its shell of soil.