From the chapter entitled 'Markviticus'

My past experiences over the last few weeks in liaison with my rummagings through the jungles of the internet assisted by StumbleUpon as my nominated content filter I've come to realise the following things...


I don't care if religion works for people, the fact still remains in my head that it is self-contradictory and a mind-numbing placebo. Yes, where is this coming from? Let me share this experience... I met a girl who seemed really cool on the train one eve, and it turns out that she is a Jesus fanatic. I mean FANATIC. Brainwashed by the cyclical parables of bullshit, she denounces herself in her writings not to be worthy as a human of the Lord's sacrifice... Wait, I mean Jesus' sacrifice. Yeah, the one where he strung himself up on a cross and suffered...? Anyway, the point is that it saddens me to see human potential go to waste because a person is mentally and spiritually regimented by a book written by some bunch of guys thousands of years ago...

I mean, it's a lot like the many self-help programs like Dr.Phil and Oprah, along with the thousands of forums available online and ingested by millions of truncated numb-skulls who are too afraid to configure their own problems. Maybe they lack intelligence, maybe I lack moral fibre? I really don't know. I know this sounds and most probably is utterly cliche, but why don't we reference Maslow's Hierachy of needs here. I mean, Do you think that ANYONE who subjects their minds to doses of proverbial garbage is ever going to have the prowess to intrepidly break free of their religious opiates and achieve self-actualisation?

My opinion = No.

I tell myself never to preach to these people if I can subconsciously tell that they're off their tits on happiness because their daily dose of bible has given them renewed energy and meaning - I mean, good for them. Besides, to me being condescending and preaching, is just sadistic and cruel... It does astound me however when highly pious people continue to preach back to me just for being so individualistic... But I'm not going into the fallacies of religion here (I always seem to...).

I guess it just annoys me to know that their is hidden genius everywhere... But the inheritors of such genius are throwing it to waste at the price of some relief from the reality of existence... Or maybe at the price of writing pointless blogs... Wait... I didn't mean to call myself a genius...

Christ I'm bored.









Later.