I've read a few funny things in my days, that's for sure. I once read an
article about how all we humans are supposedly made up of an energy
merely changing form when we die, and how that energy makes us
eternal in a sense. Nonsense! When we die, we die. So forget about
keeping your memories or your emotional self. You need a physical
form that's a little more advanced than mere energy to carry such things
with you. When the harddrive, powerunit and processor is dead,
you're dead! And, "in a sense", the energy is no longer the
same once it's parted from our bodies. What can we learn from that?
It stands to reason that nothing is really eternal. Not even this god thing
everyone keeps jabbering about. Haven't anyone wondered why he's
been gone since that day 2000 some years ago? I hate being the one to
break the news, but the fact is that the romans beat the crap out of
Jesus and his so called father did nothing. Jesus died and has been
dead ever since (either that, or he's extremely shy). Mohammed is even
easier to dispute as he was evidently a murderous pedophilic
opportunist. There is nothing holy about such a person. And Buddha?
What a load of distasteful crap! The guy sat by the water, starving
himself half to death until, quite naturally he started hallucinating. I
mean, come on! There is in fact nothing, not one single thing, not one
shred of evidence to support the existence of anything godlike. So why
keep talking about this eternal thing that created us all (and did so for
no reason we can understand), or how we're all connected through some
higher form of energy?
Everything dies and everything changes. And it's a good thing too. I
mean, just imagine if someone like Elvis Presley for instance, were
actually eternal. I mean it's hard enough escaping his waste here on
earth almost thirty years after his death (oh, the awful curse of recording
technology). Just imagine finally dying, only to end up in a celestial
dump and having to sense Elvis shaking his energy... for
eternity!!! I shrudder at the mere thought. No, the absolute promise
that everything eventually changes or dies gives me strength to carry on
even in the hardest of times. I wouldn't have it any other way. So I
shake my head at this god fantasy that some of you entertain and say
this: If there is anything more to us than what we can see, hear, feel,
taste and smell, I certainly don't want to know about it.
"I'm just a hunk-a-hunk-a burning love!"
Oh, shut up!