The gods are born innocent; they must be taught to lie. We are born deceptive, and must be taught honesty. Or perhaps you are what you eat.
It’s a strange world we live in, with the wool pulled over our eyes. We’ve been fleeced. We bathe in napalm and garlic.
What if there are gods? What if there aren’t? Would you be surprised if the answer was the same?
If good ideas were contagious, then religion is vaccine. Faith is where your soul goes to die. You grow through questioning, and truth is above consensus.
My greatest comfort is that there is only one of each of us. We are mortal and we are finite. Our repulsive corruption will not last forever.
There is nothing for us to do in the grander scheme of things. We need not worry ourselves about the master plan. We should concern ourselves with making our fellow scum as comfortable as possible.
Instead, we busy ourselves with the accumulation of objects. We poison each other for profit. We measure our greatness by the abuse we inflict upon others.
But this is our lot, to squabble over petty trinkets, titles, and tautologies. Our very language has doomed us to an existence of pointless bickering. The priorities of the human race have been completely turned on their head.
We shape our world with intangibles. We imagine this is all easy to grasp. We are wrong.