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Originally Posted by dead_battery

but then again, i still dont know what you are telling me to do or how to do it.

the decaying corpse of god will always hang heavily over my mind, being a mere hick who is accosted on the street by maniacal preachers telling me they've extracted demons from people that "left their body in a mans voice but they were a woman." I think this was some subtle way of saying "you're faggy looking and i want to exorcise you" but i'm not sure.

I can remember the moment the teacher uttered the accursed word "atheism" and 30 disgusted faces turned to glare at me, the heretic. They called me a heathen. "Why can't we burn him on the bonfire?" That's the kind of mentality I come from, so it's maybe hard to carry gods corpse all the way to the incinerator on my own.

what i mean is that while you have chucked the old fucker out the window, you're still doing business in His way-- i.e., looking for the cosmic answer.

toxically shamed humans like those who invented and maintain religion need GRANDIOSITY to compensate for their wounded egos. so they claim a god that gives them the answers of their past present and future (prophecy) and eternity and the afterlife and all the grandiose shit that's way way way past human capability. lunatic fuckers!

voltaire on the other hand who was as rabid as atheist as it comes (and in the dangerous 18th century no less) really put very well an alternative option to al this cosmic fecal matter in candide.

btw if you haven't read candide it's one of the most hilarious motherfucking books ever. EVER. it's so fucking funny that even the musical based on it (i hate musicals, but this is an exception) is funny. and it's short so you read it in a couple of hours.

eh, go read it and have a good laugh-- the belly kind that leaves you dizzy afterwards.

ps- professor pangloss is supposed to be leibniz. not the inventor of the cookie, but the monad fucker. okay. enjoy!