points to make you happy

[sceneshifter]

<!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="color:green;font-family:helvetica;font-size:small;"><br><br>points to make you happy on this eve of human extinction<br><br>1. that we are not our bodies, and that we are immortal, are certain, by logical and nonreligious proofs - namely,<br> <br>a. that we say 'i HAVE a body' - if i have a car, a house, i am not a car, a house - i am not what i have - i have a body - therefore i am a bodiless thing that has a body - some may argue that this is merely verbal, but if we say 'i have a body' for the good reason that i do in fact HAVE a body, then the argument is sound<br><br>b. a stronger proof: if X changes, and Y doesnt change at the same time, then we KNOW for certain that X is not Y, X and Y are not the same thing - bodies change, every nanosecond atomically, every second chemically and electrically, every day moodwise, every year sizewize, and personality and habits and beliefs - and yet at the same time, i remain i - in fact, i couldnt perceive change if i changed all the time - there wouldnt be any unchanging self in which to compare earlier states with later states by which i experience and know change - so i am an unchanging thing, over decades, from youth through age, whereas all bodies change<br><br>c. what we call life and the opposite of death is made of change - no change, no life - but change is death and birth - death of the earlier state and birth of the later state - so life contains death - what we call life is made, partly, half-ly, of death - so death is life - death is change, and change is life - so death is a continuation of life, not an end of life - all our life has been made of death - if there is no death, there is no change - if there is no change, there is no life - so life does not have an opposite - all life and death is life - there is nothing but life - there is nothing but life=change=death - unending <br><br>2. we probably willed our destruction - we probably want and love destruction and death - look how popular destruction is in movies - cant get enough of it - this is probably because we know that death is life - the more death, the more life - [we pretend to think that more death means less life, but our actions indicate we think death and destruction are good] - there is so little alarm at war, so little will to peace - the escalation of war and weaponry over history has not been accompanied by a proportionate rise in distress, or will to peace - those opposed to the atom bomb are in a minority - i have never heard of a mother who hid her children to save them from war, or children who were willing to be hidden to be saved from war - such a thing is unheard of, is unimagined<br><br><br>CONCLUSION we exist on two levels - we are immortals [or an immortal] who play/s with being mortal - being immortal is hell, as you know - nothing on telly - no telly - everything perfect, nothing changes, nothing at all happens, there is nothing but formless bodiless perfection - no excitement, no action - like living in mist - like mist living in mist - and, as you know, mist is german for shit - so we delude ourselves we are mortal and come and have a good time in the realm where there are lots of things and lots of things happening - where we have the fun of fear, anger, violence, danger, bombs, bullets, etc - and the fun of hating bush<br>reality is just a baby playing with blocks - they tumble down, it doesnt matter - we build them up again - knock down buildings: what fun! - build them again - all fun - no tragedy, except the fun of thinking there is tragedy - and the fun of thinking that something matters, that something is important, that reality is important, that reality is not a nothing-mist immortally watching a nothing-mist - no wonder the gods play with us and enjoy our sufferings - they [we] are bored out of their trees, there in heaven<br>we love creating, but we love destroying too - we are brahma, creator and destroyer - destroying things is good, because creation is imperfect, and creating is fun, but having a lot of created things cluttering up the place, making it hard to create, is bad - the baby owes nothing to the blocks it plays with - it is not obliged to preserve its little constructions - the fun is in the doing - although admiring what we have made before smashing it to pieces is okay too - and presrving some of our better pieces for a while is okay too - it shows what we can do - it shows us how marvellous we are at creating - but we can always do better - so smash the human species, and see what new we can make<br>'god [that's the real us, the real us that we pretend we arent] locks himself out [us pretending to be mortal] and himself comes to open the door to himself' - so life is like peek-a-boo - we disappear as immortal so we can appear as immortal - and so we can see something, anything, happening - and smash it<br>cars rolling down hillsides and exploding - great entertainment - <br>i didnt like freud's 'death instinct' - it seemed an explanation that didnt explain anything - like saying that what makes a sleeping pill work is that it contains a sleepmaking power - but now i have an explanation for the death instinct - it is because everything is crap - so you destroy it and try again - god is trying to express him/her/itself, and god [us] is perfect, so any creation is not expressive enough, and the artist in us is dissatisfied, and we destroy what we have made and try again - hey, it's better than being a mist in a mist for all eternity - hence defacing property - the vandal is saying: try again, it isnt beautiful enough - plain-painted walls are ugly too, you know - humanity/god: always the artist - why most religion is extreme crap: it is better to pretend to believe crap than to sit in heaven knowing you are immortal mist - why so few people say: what you priests say is utter nonsense, i dont believe a word of it - why cultures invent lifestyles of pointless trading/shopping: something to do<br>the fact is that all the talk of the beauty of the world is pretend - we are sick of this planet, this universe, and want to wipe the slate clean so we can make another drawing - if those stars wink at me one more time...!<br>hence the game of prudery, of being ashamed of ourselves, of taboos, of antisex laws - something to do - make the prudery, knock it down - we are still victorians compared to the 17th century - when you knock down prudery, you have nothing - sex deflates to nothing - sex hidden is exciting - then imagination and creativity have a field day - when a glimpse of stocking was something shocking<br>what about a universe of blue jelly? - forget those planets, suns, stars, all that empty space, that's crap, im sick of that, bloody planets going round and round and round and round and round and round, drive you crazy<br>how i learned to love the bomb<br>actually, there is a possibility the end of the world may be cancelled - too boring - explosions have worn thin, they dont do it for me any more - actually, im sick of the whole creation-destruction-immortality thing - i want something NEW - im sick of the sex idea - making two sexes so they can come together and have a ball - one becomes two becomes one - yawn - i want something completely new - but what could there be besides creation and destruction, mortality and immortality? - world war 2 was all right, the costumes were great, but...there's something just a little bit naive - childish - embarrassing about blustering all over the shop, conquering here, there and everywhere - it's not really: yes!, its more: yeah yeah<br>i've become too highly realised, that's the trouble - i'll have to get a new body where i think i'm mortal, and i've got problems</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--> <p></p><i></i>