Dear diary,
Imagine a landscape where nothing is alive. What does it consist of? Many atoms, sleeping. Now imagine a living creature within that landscape. What happened, exactly, to manifest that creature? Some of the sleeping atoms awoke and cooperated with each other: they joined forces and became an organism, and this being rose out of its surroundings and began thriving around.
OK, now give this living thing a religion to believe in. – Do you see how the landscape has returned to being unalive, even though it still harbors a creature in its midst? This is because the religion that you gave the thing was a life-denying one. You taught it some sort of asceticism; so, just as its atoms woke up and started wildly interacting, all those same atoms were lulled back to dormancy by your doctrine. For you said: Just accept that the world is a bad place where suffering is unavoidable. Then, instead of trying to change what it disliked about its surroundings, it simply accepted the wretchedness and re-entered oneness. The same thing happened when I taught another living creature Christianity. I said: Negate everything about yourself that is vibrant. Wherever the atoms were awakening and starting to work together in harmony, I pointed to each of those places and said: “This is sin.” So all those areas got re-zoned as sleeping districts, and thus my landscape could once again rest in peace.
If the empire punches you, don’t strike back. You will get rewarded in an epoch that never arrives.
Stars are very hot. Apparently, they make metals inside their belly. Is heat the same as movement? Is movement life? Are life and death nothing more than hot and cold?
If motion is the key, then what started anything moving in the first place? And why does it matter what happened earlier? To care about a past event as the cause for some present event is to trace what already occurred: it aligns with dying; as opposed to causing something to happen from scratch – that’s life, absurd. So how does a substance go from still to banging? If you’re a billiard ball, then another ball must hit you. But atoms are different: atoms can enter into conspiracies. I wonder how they choose what to do, or who programmed them.
I should call one of my friends from the past, whom I abandoned when I began to spend too much time writing, and say: “I see that you are married now and have children. Make me an honorary member of your clan, so that I can spend the holidays with you and your wife and kids, instead of with my own family.” For I think that it would be enjoyable to celebrate Christmas with a new group of people. Or if they do Hanukkah or Kwanzaa, even better.
I hate that everyone is always up in arms about the fact that baby sea horses are birthed by the male. We shouldn’t let petty arguments ruin our great nation. Some say that the scientists simply mislabeled the lady sea horse. But scientists rarely make mistakes.
I’ve often thought it would be better if guys would shoot forth eggs instead of sperm. A lady human should have a choice: either to generate sperm within her womb for the eggs that some man deposited there; or to refrain from doing so, thus leaving the donated eggs unproductive. And the decision should depend entirely on her appraisal of his character, whether the lady does or does not inseminate the male human’s ovulation: If she admires the donor’s intellect, then his offering shall become fructified; if not, then not. That way would be much better than the current regenerative process, which favors brute force alone.
Is this true? I’ve heard that most chicken eggs are not fertilized, so when you eat your breakfast omelet, you’re not contributing to the statistics on abortion.
But if we return to the lifeless landscape that we imagined at the beginning of this experiment, I bet that we will find, upon looking closer, that all the atoms we assumed were dead, which is to say asleep, were only half so: in other words, they were dreaming a dream. Waking up establishes an entity with consciousness plus the ability to fall asleep and envision individual nightmares while remaining alive; but being dead means there is no consciousness at all, only sustained and steady sleep and a communal dream that is “the other side” of life. As each living creature has her own private thoughts and secret dreams, the world in which she has her conscious existence is shared with all other living creatures, so the dead atom is asleep privately and secretly, but what this dead atom dreams is the same shared dream that all the dead atoms are dreaming. So, when one asks: “What caused Jesus’ arm to thrust so violently, when he whipped the creditors?” The answer is “Jesus willed his body to act in this fashion.” And when one asks: “What caused the wind to blow in such a way that it guided Jesus into the desert?” The answer is “All the dead atoms dreamt that.” The collective dream of all these sleeping particles is the Will or Spirit that makes all the forces behind the scenes of our living world: gravity, electromagnetism, chance, miracles, etc. So when we asked above “What gives stillness motion, causing dormant atoms to rise, begin to cooperate and form organisms, creating life?” The answer is: the great dream of all the deceased.
You might complain that this explanation is circular or tautological, because it’s basically saying “The atoms awaken because they finish dreaming” – it doesn’t specify what causes them to move from the sleep state to the dream state to the waking state. But that’s how you know that this truth is correct: everything about life is circular and tautological; and the same goes for death. It’s all contradictory and impossible. The fact that anything exists is a real head-scratcher. And we take it all so seriously.
If the blockheads in charge of reality were to offer you a potion that, if ingested, would cause you to believe that you are enjoying existence even when you are engaged in unpleasant acts, how fast would you drink it? I would sip mine, at first; then, once I see how increasingly awful the indignities are, I’d gulp down the rest. And I would have no remorse. It would be nice to feel good about my life.
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