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> Ellos prefieren creer en el dios llamado Casualidad. Todo este mundo
> tan maravilloso es, segun ellos, el producto de la casualidad. Dos
> atomos, a lo loco, **** casualidad, sin ton ni son, se unieron un dia
> y, despues de millones de a~nos, sin ton, ni son, resulto en el ser
> humano, con la capacidad de discernir entre el bien y el mal.
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> Dicen que los cristianos somos creyentes en fabulas. Yo creo que los
> ateos tienen mas fe y mas imaginacion que los cristianos. Al final, la
> esperanza de los ateos es la nada. La nuestra es el todo.
FRAGMENT FROM "THE GOD PARADOX," BY RALPH REWES
AVAILABLE AT BARNES AND NOBLE AND AMAZON.COM
For information: www.r1313.info
Just the fact that I must present a conclusion of my opinion about
everything that I have expressed during these reunions brings me back to
mortality, logic, calculations, limitations and other things that are
simple to maneuver through ‹ as long as you do not stop to analyze them.
Yet, since paradox is our Guiding Goddess, if we are looking for
simplicity simple becomes complex. Then if we look for complexity,
complex becomes simple. Thus, we reach the conclusion that it might be
wise to look for complexity in order to find simplicity.
The fact that I lived a complex life at a fast pace allowed me to see
the reality of how ephemeral life is, let alone its components. We live
like in flashes, daylight realities and night darkness dream perceptions
put in tandem one after the other. Out of those illusions we create our
own illusions, which end all up dissolved as salt on water. Some things
last more than others. Some may outlive their creator hundreds of years.
Yet, all of them will eventually have an end, decomposed to form new
elements, new elements to form new shapes molded by new perceptions.
I cannot come here to speak to you that I have reached a real
conclusion; I have none. In fact, sometimes, when I talk to a religious
person and I begin to make him seen reality, I feel like committing a
crime of some sort by ripping off his mind this Santa Claus dream of
his.
Then since I have nothing better to offer, I stop, because I realized
that I am about to inflict unnecessary pain in a sensitive human being.
What else can I do, but to him go without making him more alert to his
surroundings, to let him go content with his little world.
My world, our world, is made out of a va**** ‹ a smoke. It is a flimsy
image composed of fleeting moments, which produces no comfort. It is a
trap; reality is a monstrous trap from which no living thing can escape.
To speak these truths out loud is terribly painful, suffocating, and
almost unbearable.
The possibility that we may be living an eternal existence of cycles,
like Nietzsche described in his Eternal Return, with no end in sight and
be conscious of it is appalling. So death is a relief; the loss of the
memories of previous lives, if we had them, is a blessing. When those
poor ignorant and presumptuous scribes tried to imaging God and
creating, a being like man (actually a thinking creature), his mind
could not proceed without stopping for a while and rest. But then again,
all that is nothing but an illusion.
Since men met abstract thought, there is a series if tormenting
questions hammering his head: ³Who am I? What am I? What is all this
that surrounds me? Is there any reason for all this but death and
destruction of life and forms?
Yes, you may call me an ³atheist,² I may be, but I am not at all a
political atheist. A political atheist is an asshole. I not only pity
all those whose souls are filled with illusions, fantasies and deceits
awaiting to manifest, I pity myself, because my own reason has stripped
out of faith, leaving a vacuum in my mind that cannot be filled again
with illusions.
Remember when you were told that Santa Claus did not exist? It felt like
something broke inside. The same reaction happens when a wise guy tells
us a phrase as acid as ³Gott tot ist.² Again, something breaks inside us
and cannot be put together again.
After you run out of illusions and fairy tales, what is left? Not
everything is lost. You still have poetry, but even poetry is not that
enjoyable after you have trained yourself to see or at least to seek the
truth behind every symbol, every image, and every sound.
So, in short, I have nothing really im****tant to say. The fact that we
all be dead in, let us say, one hundred years to be sure, means that
everything has already by projection of an implacable reality totally
useless individually, although there is a continuation of sorts kept on
going, until that continuation will actually fade away into oblivion.
I still would like to pick up after Sybil failed and ask ‹ if that were
possible ‹ for the miracle of 600 years to look forward to, but with
youth and in a safe and comfortable place from where to see how humanity
would get out of this mess it is currently in, and of course in what new
mess it will fall into.
As you can see I am a firm believer that when Pandora closed the box
besides Hope, Curiosity, too, cringed in. Okay, this is poetry. It is an
illusionary way to communicate with the future through my imagination.
Imagination is not a divine gift given only to the privileged. Even the
foolest of the fools possesses it. I am honest, and since I am really
honest, I cannot tell you that I have an inkling of any solution for the
multiple messes humanity is in.
Sometimes I think there is some progress in isolated places. Yet there
are eruptions of brutality in many other places and even in those
civilized spots of the world, cruel sores grow with double standards and
impurities of thought (and when I say, ³impurities,² I mean lack of
common sense, nothing ***ual about it.
So, since I have been talking too much until now, I will be the briefest
of us all now. Let the Force be with you! Poetry again ‹ do not misquote
me!
If it were not for curiosity and imagination, my mind would be
completely barren from stimuli and survival sense. So, compared to those
who believe in the far beyond, curiosity and imagination are both my
gods and my redemptions. And if I were to believe in a super supreme
being I would choose the Sun, because if the Sun goes, everything else
will. Nothing will exist in our planet without it!
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