To Be or Not To Be Human

From the womb to the grave: mortal and only human.

The righteous and wicked alike were babies. It is most likely their mothers loved them, and if the women are still alive, they still do.

Humanity is the only thing I find interesting. My every interest is with humanity in mind.

An evil man who uses his every talent to the fullest is a better man than a “good” man who does not.

WARNING: Your life is probably insignificant and your death will prove inconsequential.

Humanity is special by very few. The countless many are animals who live and die in vain.

That “evolution” thing is a sophistry. It is a virus meant to corrupt thoughts. Entities that are streams of information made sentient would rather you resign yourself to your base nature.

Humans are easier to control if rendered soulless husks. The malevolent streams of information would rather do the thinking for you.

What is the difference between fiction and a lie? A lie is meant to be untrue. Fiction can be the telling of a lie but can also be a telling of truth. Fiction is merely a daydream channeled into a creative endeavor regardless.

I am a storyteller. I write fiction. Like the parables of Jesus, my stories are about what it is to be human on the inside.

We all have bodies. They are weak, slow, needy and doomed. If you neglect your soul, you resign yourself to weakness, lethargy, need and death.

What is the soul? It is nothing if squandered and everything if realized. It is your infinite potential as the last and first breath of Jesus as the Word of God.