Brave optimism

Every single one of us has a demon and an angel within, and they are constantly at battle until we die. If christianity stands correct than we are standing in the middle of a giant war. This giant war as christianity would have it is what gives the earth its existence. So when we look at ourselves we only see a product of war. Which we should, because not only are we a product of battle but every single easy going creature on this green earth is. Evolution is a battle of life against a non-living existence. Evolution is also a battle of life vs. life. It is all a very simple analogy to the bible, and the bible a simple analogy of life. god is the first species, satan is the species that breaks off from it. satan is deemed evil simply because he left. Satan is deemed evil simply because he wanted to grow, to change. For the better? But what is the difference between that and desiring strength, power. Mastery over each other. In the game of mastery, Hydrogen wins by far. The impact and number of humans pales in comparison.




The explanation for the bible is fairly simple actually, people living on this earth, especially the philosophers were thoroughly opposed to life being war. They were opposed to engaging in total indulgence, they simply wanted to preach temperance. Which isn't bad, but the idea of hell isn't necessary. Most of the philosophers who preach temperance, preach it with an authority that if we engage in excess there is consequences. Which still goes back to survivalism, the great battle that is existence. If you are enjoying more than me, you should pay for it. Sibling rivalry. Christians are right, we are all brothers and sisters. With God as our father and Satan as our mother. Yes I said it, blasphemy, talking back to my parents. I had to reach spiritual puberty sometime.



I call satan our mother because he supposedly played a part in our becoming according to chrisitianity. ( In Conjunction with god. Sounds a lot like reproduction to me) Otherwise we would all be in gods house right now with no “evil”. I think God was a word we humans have made up to simply describe, “the beginning.” So I would rather call him the start, not god. Anyways what I am trying to get at here is that we can only see the world through our eyes, we can only evaluate what we see with our brains, we can only hear what we are capable of hearing and when we try to go beyond that we make up our own answers. We lie. Religion is not a lie, it is an analogy; the lie is that religion is reality. Reality is a concept that is quite beyond us and in my opinion is the craziest concept known in the human dictionary. Reality is also something that we believe we can establish through other people, but we must realise that the one who makes it up is the one who dictates what is real. Knowledge in itself is also a lie, knowledge is the imagination of human beings built on itself over time. Knowledge in itself can be good or it can be bad. It can limit us incredibly and make us incredibly sterile if we only trust our own understanding, but it can also cause unwanted destruction, manipulation, and slavery if we listen to the wrong people.



But what does this all mean? You may ask, “is reality a lie than? Were we born into the slavery of reality? Are we all brainwashed zombies of some great entity?” Or are is it the opposite? Are we condemned eternally to a garden of paradise? Is the walls of our cage the only thing that protects us from the acrid, poisonous atmosphere outside? If we destroy everything for freedom will it only drown us? What is freedom other than a very large cage? If you find a door in the cage wouldn't it just lead to a bigger one? What is freedom? We can only dream, because once you leave the safety of the home to wander the trails of the universe you are still inside the confines of your body. Nothingness is freedom, a place without walls could be true freedom. But we like the freedom that is the cage, because in the cage we can do anything to no detriment. We trust that the walls will never come crashing down.



So in regards to the confines of our bodies, some would venture to say that you must have a body to experience anything. Some would say that you do not. What I say is how do we know that we are not just simply entering a new one after we die? Becoming something else. Assuming that you live after you die. Assuming that you are conscious of it. But essentially our bodies do not die, the atoms in our cells still radiate with energy. The detritus that is our decaying flesh is consumed by other forms of life, we essentially soak into the soil. Of course we would prefer to box it away from the world in a coffin, but one day the coffin too will wither away. If there is anything I would want to tell my children it is that you cannot build a wall to protect you from death without isolating yourself from the universe. If we want to live forever than we must isolate ourselves to the point of where we are essentially not a living creature anymore. If we wanted to preserve our legacy that is life forever within a book, it would make no difference until somebody came along latter to read it. Permanence is indefinite throughout time, as soon as matter comes into being it has permanence. We can theoretically say, “It existed.” What disturbs us the most about permanence is that we cannot feel complete until somebody appreciates us in our absence. Permanence and legacy only lives off of appreciation for it. The book of time can only serve a purpose as entertainment for the writer and the lucky person that can read it. We could only hope that reader has the patience to read it and the writer the inspiration to write it. I feel like the story of life and order would be the most repetitive parts and the grand chaos of everything else the most interesting.



If there ever was a creator out there I would have to say bravo, you have kept me interested.