Pain and Death

Pain is the strong feeling that something is wrong. Death is the ultimate state of things being wrong.

There is a cynical belief that pain and death are actually good. The argument is that we cannot know joy without sorrow to compare it to. We cannot appreciate life if it can be taken for granted. Living forever would be boring.

I feel pain when I am harmed. Should I die, my corpse will be an inanimate object and a biohazard to be disposed of. I will never be bored if I bother to stay busy. I do not see this supposed good in pain and death.

People were designed by the original person. The original made his created versions weak and needy to render them manageable. He allowed an imperfection to render his humans mortal, since most of them proved boring. He gave them an aversion to pain and a fear of death to motivate them, since most of them would not bother to do anything otherwise.

Boring people are not so boring when they wince, writhe and scream. Their personal failures are finalized by death. Their lives are kept short because they are lived in vain already.

It is different when the people the original person finds interesting suffer pain and death. Unlike the boring many, who live, suffer and perish in vain, the interesting few live meaningful lives, suffer meaningful pain and die meaningful deaths. Courage is possible in the weakness of flesh. As a passion of spirit, courage can turn pain and death into empathy and redemption.

Good is not evil. Pain and death are not good, for they do not come from goodness. Pain and death are things wrong to be made right. Empathy and redemption are good, for they come from goodness overcoming evil: They are the wrong made right.

Since and Before the Tower of Babel

I am uninterested in this world of many languages. Cultures supersede personalities in such a world. Individuality is negated by systems of communication dictated by collectives.

I have met people who would be my friend but we are kept apart by an arbitrary barrier. A man who spoke only Farsi and French told a French woman that he wanted to learn English so he could speak with me. This man already knew how to speak two languages… but they were not enough. He could learn how to talk over and over and over again yet it would never be enough. Our world is a house of many locked doors. The locks are readily changed as languages become different with time.

The confounding of the language at the Tower of Babel did not create new languages. It shattered the old one. We speak in broken pieces now. Some people have more pieces than others, but the thing is broken regardless. What pieces we have are worn or covered in grime. Pieces not of the original are in the mix, confounding the mess all the more.

Hebrew is not the original language! Its words do not define the things they name. Truth is the Word of God and Truth crafted all things by articulating them. His names define what exists, even thoughts and feelings.

The Holy Spirit hears and speaks, but not for his own sake. He reads and writes but again, not for his own sake. He is absolute and language is not. He is sincere and incorruptible. Language is arbitrary and corruptible, as is proven since the Tower of Babel.

The Son of Man (Jesus) was named before the Lord of Spirits (the Holy Spirit) and in the presence of the Ancient of Days (the Father). This name defines the Son of Man. The Word of God is this very name. If language is ever to be meaningful, the Word must be accepted by the Lord of Spirits.

God decides the reality of his creations. He confounded their language. It feels right to these men and women because in their hearts they know anything God does is righteous, no matter what. They are not the source of anything, even themselves, thus, they cannot think, feel or act beyond the will of God.

The Holy Spirit is not by his name. He cannot be defined, only acknowledged. His names are his place as the imperfection brought into what was perfect by design. He has a place because he allows it, not because he must.

God confounded the language. This is unacceptable unto the Lord of Spirits. It rendered language a thing to be despised as pathetic. Every word and every name is rejected by the Lord of Spirits accordingly. He shall be deaf to every utterance and blind to every script as a matter of principle.

Enoch, the seventh from Adam, witnessed something. It was an hour before the sun and the signs were made and before the stars of the heavens were formed. It was the moment the Word became meaningful. Language was redeemed before the Lord of Spirits and in the presence of the Ancient of Days.

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Adventurous Inequality is Wonderfully Unfair

A hero is not a hero unless he or she totally outmatches ordinary people. The nameless baddies need not be incompetent for the hero to easily best them. Ordinary people are simply no match for heroes.

When ordinary people are well-trained and well-equipped they are better than they would be otherwise… but are still ordinary. They are simply refined and augmented specimens of the common folk.

A hero is not a hero by his courage. Even common folk can be brave. A hero is innately above and beyond the ordinary. He is extraordinary.

A mastermind makes use of ordinary people. He may hire them or conscript them, one way or another. He may train and equip them or simply use them as they are. They are expendable regardless.

Most people are incompetent because they are simply indifferent. If allowed to be lazy, they will be. Discipline and training can force them to be otherwise. Propaganda provides thoughts for the mindless. Indoctrination gives the aimless a sense of purpose.

A mastermind sets the agenda. The common folk hear the propaganda. The agenda behind the propaganda is the guiding principle. The mastermind is the will to evil, not his or her underlings, though they all have their own selfish motives.

A hero is typically outnumbered. He slaughters droves of ordinary folk. He cannot win no matter how many of them kills, however. The agenda is the villainy, not the cheap lives of its cannon-fodder. The mastermind must be defeated.

Every mastermind commands lesser bosses. They manage his agenda. They may be assumed to be the masterminds, but are not. One is the quantity by which all quantities exist. There is always the one from whom all the others are derived.

Spirit is called “wind” because like wind, you cannot see the spiritual but you feel it and see its effect. Our imagination turns our invisible reality into art and fiction. The images are symbols and the scenarios allegories.

Real people are heroes or sidekicks, or damsels in distress, or masterminds, or nameless baddies. Some of them are monsters. What you think is irrelevant. What you are is decided by how you live your life. A hero cannot help but be heroic. A mastermind cannot help but set an agenda and strive for it. Everyone else really is along for the ride.

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