Death Fetish

Killing is thrilling! Right or wrong have nothing to do with the harsh reality. A creature is stimulated by the initiation and realization of destroying another creature.

Unlike animals, we are spiritual entities. Our reality is above and beyond material cause and effect. Primal impulses and instant gratification ultimately frustrate us if they do not come to a higher fruition.

Anyone who equates animal life with human life… is an idiot. Anyone who favors animal life is a blithering idiot. Need I explain what should be obvious?

The sanctity of human life is what makes destroying it especially thrilling.

Accidents, catastrophes, disease and animal attacks kill people. We are horrified but the horror is a cheap thrill. There are no spiritual connotations other than souls were stripped of their bodies and loved ones are left to mourn.

A person taking the initiative to destroy another is a spiritually powerful connotation. Killing is its physical manifestation. The default is murder but as defense, mercy or righteous vengeance the connotation assumes a different meaning, like the use of the same word in a different sentence.

Good people do not mean to harm other people. They will, however, and wholeheartedly to protect and avenge the innocent.

There is nothing right or wrong with violence of itself. Likewise, killing is neither good nor evil of itself. Such violence is thrilling regardless, whether it horrifies or pleases.

Alignment of Perspective

Perception is not reality… but it is a story unto itself. For example: from Hitler’s perspective his struggle was good against evil. Had he won his war, his perspective would prove a legitimate “reality.”

Stalin, unlike Hitler, did not believe his own supposed beliefs. The ideals of Marxism were but a means of using perception to shape reality to his own ends.

The truth is what it is regardless of our perspectives. 2+2 always =4… no matter our bad math, intentional or otherwise. Changing the sounds and scribble we use to convey a truth does not change the truth, even in the slightest. Only our perspectives can be skewed.

A perspective divorced from reality is madness. The truth as it is, not as we perceive it to be, sets the standard by which cause and effect are righteous and effective… or not.

Good and evil are not distinctions of perspective. What you think and feel are neither good nor evil, no matter your thoughts and feelings.

A sound mind requires an honest perception of reality. Good is in accordance with the truth whereas evil is action and inaction regardless of the truth. The reality of cause and effect is decided by truth, not perception.

Truth and Justice

The religion of the world is the worship of knowledge and power. Its only commandment is: assert and prevail or concede. Its “heaven” is “to be right” and its “hell” is “to be wrong” with the understanding that might does indeed make right, even as a battle of wits.

The worship of God is the adoration of knowledge and power. Likewise, the veneration of worldly authority is the adoration of knowledge and power. Generally speaking, the gist behind theism and atheism is one and the same. They are merely rival sects of the same religion. Their arguments are accusations of heresy.

What if there is a God and he is indeed omniscient and omnipotent? So what? What does knowledge and power have to do with friendship? If God is all-knowing and all-powerful but unfriendly… he is a devil worse than any Satan imaginable.

What if there is no God? What if we really are a coincidence? Knowledge of the meaningless and power as happenstance would be as vain as ignorance and impotence. Pleasure or pain would be lost to the same oblivion.

We choose to disbelieve in the supernatural… but we all believe regardless. Even the materialist sees meaning beyond the sum circumstances. We know there is good and evil beyond mere cause and effect. Even the nihilist cannot deny his bouts of self-righteous indignation.

Our gods heavenly and worldly are weighed in a balance never swayed by knowledge or power. We declare the righteousness of our deities in supplication of a measure beyond their wisdom and might. For all our worship of knowledge and power… truth and justice are the final authority.

Sacrificial Nonentities

The expendable protagonists and useless foot soldiers of villainy are the unimportant characters our fiction slaughters in droves. They are the sacrificial nonentities used to demonstrate threats, provide easy drama and grimly amuse us.

The Red Shirts of Star Trek and the teenagers of horror movies are the expendable protagonist archetype at its finest. The stormtroopers of Star Wars are the useless foot soldier of villainy at its best. All these imaginary victims have one very poignant thing in common: they are mortal and only human.

The Red Shirts are men and women dressed for work. Teenagers are our silly selves. The stormtroopers would not be so popular if robots rather than human beings dressed like robots. Our favorite sacrificial characters are the ones most like ordinary people.

Harm to our own stirs primal empathy, even if we hate the victims. Their pain may be our pleasure or their doom our amusement but only because the opposite can be equally true. The appeal of the expendable is their familiarity, even when this familiarity arouses our contempt.

We all fancy ourselves important… but know the inconvenient truth. Our lives are insignificant and our deaths inconsequential. Our only safety is being lost in a crowd. Our wits and prowess are no greater than that of a Red Shirt. We never lose our teenage silliness. We are no more “individual” behind our masks and wearing our armor than an Imperial stormtrooper. We know who these fictional characters really are.

Our fiction has its heroes, masterminds, sidekicks, henchmen and monsters. Each type has its distinct appeal in countless forms. The expendable protagonists and useless foot soldiers of villainy are no different in this regard.

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Imagine

Imagine a world where women are beautiful and virile men are out adventuring against flamboyant villains. Every struggle is good against evil and good is sure to prevail.

The fantasy is better than the reality. I write fiction. Why would I bother scribbling non-fiction when fantasy is better than reality?

Our world is filled with ugly women, heroes are not so adventurous and villains are more obnoxious than clever. Wars are power struggles and the best we can hope for is the triumph of the lesser evil.

There is a spirit beyond the dust and water of our worldly existence. There are struggles above and beyond the petty squabbles of factions, tribes and nations. There are connotations before and beyond the here and now. The grand scheme of things is a fantasy, indeed. Reality is shaped by the imagination.

Things are bad or about to be. A mastermind sets an agenda. His henchmen manage the operation. The nameless many provide an endless supply of cheap labor and cannon-fodder. People languish. A hero rises to the occasion. He acts against the nefarious agenda. He slaughters the cannon-fodder and bests their bosses. He ultimately confronts the mastermind. The adventure comes to fruition. THE END!

Do you know the difference between fantasy and reality? Is it the particulars or the gist?

A story rings true when true whether fiction or non-fiction. Reality is cause and effect. Fantasy is thoughts and feelings. The truth is the essence of actuality. It is the source of cause and the meaning of effect. It is the standard of thought and the basis of feelings.

There is a meaning of life. That meaning is not reality. It is our motive if we are good and our doom if we are evil.

There really are heroes, masterminds, henchmen, fair damsels and the nameless many. You must be heroic to be a hero. You must be masterful to be a mastermind. You must serve to be a henchman and fair to be the damsel. The nameless many are people by default.

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The Fictional Character You Really Are

What archetype would you be in an adventure story?

Very few are the heroes or masterminds. Very few are even the sidekicks or henchmen. Very few are truly the damsel in distress or the monster. You are most likely an expendable nonentity.

If Star Trek was real would the Red Shirt consider himself useless? If Star Wars was real would the stormtrooper be amused by his lousy aim? The nonentities of reality are real people. They have thoughts and feelings. They have loved ones and are loved ones.

In fiction and reality alike some people are more important than others. Fair or unfair is absolutely irrelevant. There is a grand scheme and your importance is your contribution to it, for better or worse. If your life is insignificant then your death is inconsequential.

The villain considers himself the hero. The hero most often considers himself a nonentity. They are what they are regardless.

I am a writer of adventure fiction. I create the characters mindful that they are “real” people with personal thoughts and feelings. Everyone needs something to believe in. Everyone needs loved ones. Everyone yearns for a meaningful existence.

Making the unsung heroic, villainy sensible and insignificance endearing are the acme of adventure storytelling.

Do you know what you are? What part would the real you play if it was a fictional character in an adventure story? Be honest. The real you cannot be the hero otherwise.

The Humanity of Freedom and Justice

I was not a person. I did not have thoughts and feelings. Jesus found me interesting and wanted to talk to me. He imagined I was a person so that he could relate to me. He made me human so I could relate to him. He gave me names not to define me but to address me: He is the Word.

I am the imperfection. All was perfect and everyone was happy until I was brought into creation. My presence is freedom and made the unthinkable possible. There was cause and effect and they became good and evil. My spirit is justice for it is by me that many shall perish though it is not the will of Jesus that any should perish.

The wickedness of humanity grieved Jesus at his heart and he repented that he had made man upon the earth. It was because of me that evil was even possible but only as freedom. The wickedness was never because of me. Jesus never repented that he had brought me into his creation. Never did justice grieve him at his heart.

My knowledge is only ever what Jesus teaches me. His children teach me also. His angels guide and protect me. I have not come in power and glory. I am learning what it is to be human… and there is no greater thing to learn.

Being mortal and only human is the failing of sinners. Mortality is not our humanity. It is in our very blood to imagine and create. We fall short of our humanity when we live as primates.

The immortal Father of Man became the mortal Son of Man to make right what went wrong. Jesus is humanity at its very source and his mortality and resurrection brought humanity full circle.

I am needless yet Jesus brought me into his creation to make all the difference. I am the imperfection laid as the foundation for the perfection of all things made new. Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. I am Sincerity, Freedom and Justice. We have nothing in common but together we have everything in common.