why do i believe in god?
yes yes, that santa claus of all ideas,
i can't imagine it being an unnaturally
derived idea,
i can't believe it's a software package
with a virus, as much as i can't imagine
it a hardware package with a hammer...
i can't seem to get rid of it!
and this is not some strand of argument
derivative of any religious dogma...
it really is a software (subjectivity)
and hardware (objectivity) type of scenario...
every time i hear a woman agonise
feminism, because there just isn't enough
femininity in the world i concede
to the remarks as necessarily true...
what is contrary to that, i.e. unnecessary
is to state the obvious... and that's the tyranny
of nature... nature is a tyranny,
for the most part people went crazy
when god became by debasing himself
had a masturbator moment and said:
pyramids and the Himalayan mountains....
it took enough time to reject the idea
and embody the French counter-cuisine
culture and build a ******* Eiffel...
i believe in god in the same way that
Milton excused Satan...
it's when a woman said that raising children
was a job... i was like... what the ****?!
being a mother is a job?
so i guess being a father is nothing more than
a plate of food and something to whine about...
my belief in this procrastination is only
due to the fact that i'm rebelling against
de Sade's deity... i abhor nature...
i abhor this stance on naturalising everything
that claims there is no outlet to decry the rules...
i abhor this blind-forthcoming
of all things deciding upon subjugation -
i abhor the so-called "mother" -
i don't understand nature, and i won't be
in the Attenborough cohort slobbering with
awe-aplenty at her feet.. i will not attest to
feeding the myth that's contrary to the obstacle
a god imposed... with whatever auxiliary arguments
auto-suggestive of the necessary dynamism of
encountering the full potency of human freedom,
i chose to believe in "santa claus" only because
i am facing the tyranny of reducing myself
to a comparative status equivalent of parasite....
the parts you might add: chivalry and a slap
on a cheek, black friday, and godforbid
a spectacle of watching football -
20 idiots running on a scratch of green kicking about
a geometric morphing of a tadpole...
score! a wet hanky to my debate,
could be added.
there are a few who allowed themselves
to be the maggot on the end of a fishing-hook,
unlike the marquis, they didn't celebrate nature,
they called nature a derivative of all forms of
organisation experimented with by man,
all the dogmatism runs counter to what's
expected, it's called a placebo... given that
we already have to abide by so many laws...
gravity... we have to abide by that...
as with god so with man, he too would love
to embody nothing and not scrap this world -
as we all too would rather become the foetal
existence of pure thought and have no sensual
coercion to mind and grind against...
but i have already established myself as having
identified "mother" nature as a tyranny,
by comparison Stalin looks like a buttery bagel...
for the most part the ones bound to the lower
hierarchy already represent by exemplification
toward an imitable model a sense of
escapism... monks are the ultimate escapists...
they live a life embedded in a non-existent prison...
atheism to them is a celebration of
naturalised by tyranny...
perhaps the concept of god
is infantile... perhaps it's only so constructed when
there's a patent for ritualisation and many to
come gimmicks of looking at lunatics....
but i have the convenience of reversing
onomatopoeia and extracting imagery from it...
when i think of knocking on a door
i can't see the word knock representing an actual sound
(dentistry already taught me to say a'h rather than aye
because the foremost h in the tetragrammaton
encapsulation creates a marcon-prolonging
desert-like environment of vowels) -
therefore i'll knock on this one more time,
and hear the cathedral bells of Cologne.
the concept of onomatopoeia is an accurate revision
of barbarism, the fact we still invoke it is beyond
my comprehension of what's otherwise a sound
argument for a making a campfire in Siberia.
so yes, i have an infantile suggestive concept,
clearly spelling a u t o m a t o n...
because whenever i look at the hardware
comparatively enshrined in a mountain or a tree,
i can't see a software logic to suggest i put it there...
or anywhere (for that matter)...
it's because certain arguments are finite...
there're as concrete and definite as 1 + 1 = 2...
the counter argument is usually
based upon the bias of man abandoning conscience,
or doing what the hell he likes
and discarding any sense of self within the context
of self-reliance: i.e. being responsible / acknowledging
the existence of causality.
that's why i stopped believing in the handmaiden
of the tyrant nature...
it's man's unaccountability strategism -
the Pontius Pilate rhetoric -
only persuasive: because not much can actually
be said, or was ever said... hence gesticulation
of turning washing one's hands into a signum crucis -
as one might say: the binding of a contract indicator -
that's one... enforced baptism is another...
thank **** i haven't been confirmed with a third
name to match my surname!
i just "forgot" to get confirmation
by a bishop - i was never tainted in purple -
technically i was too rebellious to agree to the contract.
