pretentious pedanticism. but I feel this way.

I am convinced that there is no god, no grace, no great unknown -- the religious wrap themselves in a muddled morality, ambiguous at best, with no proof and no power. an ultimate evil end, the death of reason and logic and curiosity. they pretentiously devote ther lives to the logical fallacy that the bible is real because god said so, and how do we know that god said so? because it's in the bible. when life is a gigantic garden of possibility, with available endless experience -- love, making love, music, wind, travel, terrain, drugs and drama and dancing and drunkeness and seven billion stories -- most christians shut themselves away, from the anything and the everything, and make their lives limitlessly limited. I want to throb in the beauty and possibility. this is the world your god created. drown in it.

who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell -- mouths mercy and invented hell -- mouths Golden Rules and forgiveness multiplid by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness invites this poor, abused slave to worship him.

if there is a hell, I'll see you there.

here is something that will last forever, and all the time after:

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