No matter who we are, or what we do, we all end up in the same place at the end…dead. No one alive knows what happens after that. Absolutely no one.
It’s weird that so many people live their lives with an after death goal in mind, but frightened people do things like that, or those who want to hedge their bets, I guess. Seems like you should be a nice person without expecting a reward, or counting points or beads, but obviously, other people think differently.
I just live and do whatever I want because no one ever knows what consequences will be lurking in the shadows. I never worry. Not about anything. It doesn’t do any good and it makes life miserable. I see it in other people. All any of us can do is the best we can, while we’re here. We can’t possibly know what effects what we do, may or may not have on others or just in general. We just guess, make stuff up and fantasize.
See, once you understand that we don’t know ANYTHING AT ALL, life becomes just life. We aren’t responsible for how anyone else thinks or acts. We’re only responsible for ourselves. People may love the things we do, or hate them, but that’s up to them, not us.
See, things just are. Each individual puts his/her own meaning on whatever it is. That’s why we can’t solve our problems. No consensus.
“I love oak trees.”
“I hate oak trees, they’re messy.”
That kind of thing. The oak tree is just an oak tree. It doesn’t worry about being messy, it just does tree things. Humans judge and label everything. We’re crazy. The tree is sane and doesn’t even know what an oak IS.
That’s what people forget. We make things up and pretend they are real when they aren’t. When the first beings, like humans, started standing upright, they didn’t know one tree from another, or what the grass on the open plain was. They didn’t have language to call it anything, at least not right away. We made everything up, gods, the names of things, everything. IT’S ALL PRETEND.
Some cultures celebrate death. Others, wail, eat the hearts of people or animals, or do whatever. The bottom line is, death is just death…like the oak tree. We NAMED it death but we have no clue what it is or what it calls itself, if anything. And no one, looks at death the same way.
We hold on so tightly to out made up beliefs. We fight wars over them. Our children die for them and they aren’t even real. I think we are the living definitions of what we label insanity. But, since we can make up anything we like, we call ourselves sane and civilized. I beg to differ, but no one cares what I think. If I say it too often or too loudly, I’ll get a made up label slapped on me. Besides, the ones called trouble maker and bitch.
We pass these pretend ideas from one generation to the next, as if the meanings we attach to them are actually real. They aren’t. The oak tree still doesn’t know the difference between an oak or elm and may not even know what a tree is. We don’t know what a human is, where it’s from, what’s wrong with it, or why it lies all the time.
It’s all such a joke. A joke that people take so seriously. If we could agree that we don’t know anything and laugh at ourselves I think we would be better off. When the truth does show up, we kill it, alter it, or deny that it exists. It’s all so perfect.
We are egomaniacal beyond belief, believing that some humans are better than others and that humans have the right to kill whatever, or whoever we like. We turn life into a bullying and spoiled brat boys world where they have temper tantrums and kill each other because they want each other’s toys. That’s really all it is, you know.
Still, at the end, all the money and toys won’t keep anyone alive. They can have their heads cut off and frozen, their minds/thoughts downloaded into a computer, or do whatever they like, but dead is dead. It’s like taking the shoe off the Monopoly board when you’ve lost and hanging onto it, imagining you can just start to play again later…even after the game’s over and the box put away.
I’m not saying that someday that won’t be possible but look in your freezer and see what long term freezer burn looks like. Cryogenics may or may not be the answer. I’m guessing, it’s not. More ego. We still don’t have flying cars.
Maybe people should spend money on keeping ALL people healthy now, while they are alive, rather than spend a fortune to keep a rich guy’s head in storage, but what do I know.
We’re so desensitized to violence, that killing doesn’t really bother anyone any longer, unless it happens to someone close to them. Violence, hatred, inequality are the norm. Everyone is an addict, too busy doing their drug of choice to bother with the decline of the earth and life itself. Another reason to believe we’re mad.
Do you think if the world was fair and a better place, people would do as many drugs, get drunk every night, or do any of the things they do to kill their own reality, or enhance it, as the case may be? How about that suicide rate? It’s always been high, so the catholics made it a sin and that’s one more lie they drilled into their followers heads and, naturally they now believe that it’s a mortal sin. What’s a sin? Something that rapist catholic guys made up to get more money from their flock? Cuz that’s why they made suicide a sin in the first place. Empty pews, no coins.
All pretend. Men dressed in Halloween costumes acting as if they know something and people bowing and kneeling as if they agreed. How does that happen to people? Brainwashing and conditioning are terrible things. They plays to insanity and psychosis, also to FEAR.
People who believe they’re important often have money and it’s really the money that’s important. If someone has more money than they do, those people are more important. The people are immaterial. Everyone just loves money. Money, is something we made up and printed ourselves and then let idiots tell us how much we can all have. See money isn’t real either and if people are in a burning building, money won’t help them get out. No one thinks about money in that kind of crisis. Time and place.
Many men don’t think women are important but if we left, LOLOLOLOLOL Yeah, well, you can think about that one yourself.
Part of the reason women are not ALLOWED in positions of power is because they don’t always want the same things men want. Herstorically, women don’t want war. Women are often more fair then men. Men hate that kind of thing. They hate anyone having power but themselves. Greedy, selfish, bullying, nasty, take your ball and go home little boys in suits. There’s also the fear that women are smarter and better than men in some cases and that would never do. The cover on, I think it was TIME, said that Judaism has changed because of female rabbis and men don’t have as much power. Poor guys. Still can’t touch some of them, or they have to take a million showers. My Jewish BFF did that to a rabbi and laughed all the way home. “You should have seen the look on his face when I touched his bare arm!”
Here’s what I would like to see. I’d like it if every woman in the United States would go to Vegas and stay there for two months, without phones or any kind of communication to the outside world. After two months, if they wanted to stay longer they could. I realize that Vegas is too small to hold all of us, so maybe Paris or Italy. Anyway, I’d just like us to all stop doing everything that keeps life going. Stop it completely, like in Pleasantville, when dinner isn’t on the table. Let men figure out what to do without us. What would they do with the kids? Take them to work? Open day care facilities, with men caring for the babies? No dropping them off at MOM’S, that’s for sure.
Meanwhile, the women would be catching a tan, having meetings to develop a new way of life. Asking ourselves the part we want men to play in our lives. Do we want to stop having kids completely and give the planet a break? Writing new laws to deal with violent men, no second chances. There would be swimming, reading, dancing, laughing, just having a great time, without any responsibility. A “Girl’s few months out.”
Sure a lot of us love men but they supposedly love us too and look where’s that’s gotten us. We have to do this for ourselves. We are the UNPAID LABOR FORCE. Our job, raising the next generation doesn’t seem important enough to get a pay check. Let them do it. Oh, wait, that’s right, any jobs women have are the jobs men don’t want.
Well, we could talk about that at one of our meetings. No secretaries, Personal Assistants, teachers, shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, staying up with sick kids, no anything. Maybe men would see what women actually did, so men could do what they did.
Close your eyes and think of an America without women.
Maybe we should start a sign up sheet.