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"Rolf R" <R1515@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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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.
>>
>> 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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