No alcohol this weekend. It's gonna be a little weird. But I'm feeing more like myself. Chest still hurts from the accident. I don't think it's ever going to be normal again without surgery.
Can't wait to just go. Just me, my dog, and the yellow line. Well, the dog died. So me and the cat then, :p. Fresh start away from all this mess. I hate being tied down with all these rules and expectations. Freedom. It calls to me.
Doesn't anybody ever wonder, what's it all for? Why this game of faith and sin? Why? What's the point? Why turn life into a game? It seems so silly to me and so out of character for a supreme being. Unless he enjoys our suffering. Hey, what if we all go to hell in the end? What if it's all just a giant troll job? The troll to end all trolls. He could do that, you now. What's that in D&D terms? Chaotic evil, I think.
Or what if there's nothing? You die and you simply cease to exist? It's understandable why we don't want to entertain this possibility. But it must be. Would it be so bad? You wouldn't be aware, so it's not like you could have an opinion one way or another. It would be like going to sleep and never waking up. Sounds heavenly to me after all the crap me and the rest of my species have had to endure and will endure in this life.
The prospect of heaven and hell are equally horrifying. Because in both scenarios, we are all forced to participate in the grandmaster's mad hermit game. There is no way to appeal. All agency is removed and one of these destinations involves eternal torment. Think about all the people you've met in your life. Do any of them deserve such a fate? Are there any that you would condemn? Probably not. So, how is it that we, mere humans, are able to demonstrate more understanding and more compassion than a god?
What if heaven is reserved for the skeptic? Oh, wouldn't that be something. Now that is a God I could worship, if only for his nerve. For his unmatched trolling abilities. I bow to you, sir. For you are the true master. Lol.
It's been a few days since I've worked the brain. This is what happens. It pours out of me like a great flood. But I wouldn't want it any other way. I sometimes think what life would be like if I was slow. I'm sure it would involve a Pentecostal church in the middle of nowhere. Snake handling. At least it's an easy out when you just get tired of all the nonsense. They'd never suspect.
Can't wait to just go. Just me, my dog, and the yellow line. Well, the dog died. So me and the cat then, :p. Fresh start away from all this mess. I hate being tied down with all these rules and expectations. Freedom. It calls to me.
Doesn't anybody ever wonder, what's it all for? Why this game of faith and sin? Why? What's the point? Why turn life into a game? It seems so silly to me and so out of character for a supreme being. Unless he enjoys our suffering. Hey, what if we all go to hell in the end? What if it's all just a giant troll job? The troll to end all trolls. He could do that, you now. What's that in D&D terms? Chaotic evil, I think.
Or what if there's nothing? You die and you simply cease to exist? It's understandable why we don't want to entertain this possibility. But it must be. Would it be so bad? You wouldn't be aware, so it's not like you could have an opinion one way or another. It would be like going to sleep and never waking up. Sounds heavenly to me after all the crap me and the rest of my species have had to endure and will endure in this life.
The prospect of heaven and hell are equally horrifying. Because in both scenarios, we are all forced to participate in the grandmaster's mad hermit game. There is no way to appeal. All agency is removed and one of these destinations involves eternal torment. Think about all the people you've met in your life. Do any of them deserve such a fate? Are there any that you would condemn? Probably not. So, how is it that we, mere humans, are able to demonstrate more understanding and more compassion than a god?
What if heaven is reserved for the skeptic? Oh, wouldn't that be something. Now that is a God I could worship, if only for his nerve. For his unmatched trolling abilities. I bow to you, sir. For you are the true master. Lol.
It's been a few days since I've worked the brain. This is what happens. It pours out of me like a great flood. But I wouldn't want it any other way. I sometimes think what life would be like if I was slow. I'm sure it would involve a Pentecostal church in the middle of nowhere. Snake handling. At least it's an easy out when you just get tired of all the nonsense. They'd never suspect.