One of Billions

You are one of billions of people in this world. Do you feel insignificant accordingly?

It is claimed that there are too many of us. We are warned that our excessive numbers will inevitably deplete the world’s resources.

Do you have a globe? Take a sharpie marker and make a dot on any of the “land masses.” That dot is all our billions gathered in one spot.

Human life is cheap… for no other reason than everything is “resources” and we are a plentiful and renewable resource. Is your one of billions of lives cheap to you? It is to the mastermind who tells you there are too many of us.

TAKE HEED: The world and all its resources are worthless without us. Our many lives are precious one life at a time.

The Spirit of Truth is not about “fairness” or “equality” or any other such nonsense. It is the Spirit of Freedom. It is the Spirit of Justice. It is sincerity as the every imagination of the thoughts of a human heart.

Your life is your nature shaped by experiences. You decide what to do with it. You may let your nature and experiences run their course. You may tap into your nature and channel your experiences, for better or worse.

A human life is precious as potential. It is wonderful when the potential is realized, for better or worse. It is worthless when the potential is squandered. One or billions has nothing to do with it.

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Meaningless or Meaningful Existence

I hear tell that it would be horrible to live forever. It is assumed that death is ultimately good, as if life is ultimately boring.

Our fear of death is natural. It is an instinct to survive. The fear may be overcome by despair. The instinct may be ignored by will.

We are mortal and only human in a world that keeps turning no matter what. We fail. The world prevails, for better or worse. We die. The world endures with or without us.

Does life ever make a difference?

Most people live and die in vain. Their friends and family live and die in vain. Their moments of good and bad alike make no difference.

Eternity would be wasted on a meaningless life. It is good that those who live in vain should die. Such people squander their moments: Why give them more to squander?

Life, of itself, is meaningless. Plants and animals, of themselves, are meaningless. People are what make life worthwhile, but only the people to do something with it.

A life is not significant because it is life. The person energized by it may channel its energy into endeavors, for good or for evil. A moment is but paint and canvas. It is the artist who turns it into a painting.

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Meaningful Existence

Everyone needs a sense of purpose. We languish without it. There must be a point to it all… or there is no point. The instant gratifications become restless compulsions very quickly.

The appeal of mortality is the hope that death shall end the yearning. Murdering others is often with the idea of dying vicariously. It is the false sense of mastery over life by ending it at a whim.

The apathetic resign themselves to futility. They believe in nothing, no matter what they believe. They act accordingly… unless made to act. As nothing inside and out, they are truly nonentities.

Apathy is the common evil. As sheer nothing, it is the worst of all evil. Unlike the sinister, who strive with a sense of purpose, the apathetic are lazy and indifferent.

An evil man can be a good man in the grand scheme of things. Driven by a sense of purpose, he makes a difference. He puts the useless to use. He challenges the righteous to act accordingly. The wood, hay and stubble are burned away and only the gold, silver and precious stones remain.

Life is meaningful, for better or worse. Contrary to the satanic propaganda, humanity is not a coincidence. Our need for purpose is innate. The need is from our inception. We are meant to live meaningful lives.

What is the meaning of life? Knowledge? Power? Perfection?

Where is the meaning if the meaning is knowledge, power or perfection? These things are external standards with external things in mind. Things must be personal to be meaningful. They cannot be dear to anyone otherwise.

An individual is shaped by its nature and experiences. It interacts with other individuals accordingly and is further shaped by the interactions. The individual is a nonentity, however, lest something comes of it entirely its own.

The sinister and righteous alike strive with a sense of purpose. The sinister do evil hoping good shall come of it. The righteous do good hoping good shall come of it. The meaning of life proves consistent, no matter the interpretations thereof.

What is the meaning of life? You live. Make the most of it, for better or worse. All else follows.

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Humans Love Monsters

The traditional monster theme is a predatory creature slaying people. It may eat them. It may not. The people die regardless.

A monster may be an animal of a sort… or a person of a sort. Its nature is primal regardless.

Monsters are often fond of women. They abduct them. Even a dragon may take a maiden for a treasure. King Kong fancied human blonds. The interest is sexual, of course.

Monsters may be victims of humanity and are provoked to be monstrous. Frankenstein’s monster is not the only one.

Ordinary humans are helpless against monsters. Their only hope is that they vastly outnumber their predator. Well, there may be a hero to save the day.

Traditionally, the hero is the monster’s archenemy. A human (such as Beowulf) or human-hybrid (such as Heracles) slays the slayer of human beings. The hero’s motive may be questionable, but the deed is done regardless.

What if the monster is a hero and its victims are the baddies? I do not mean the monster is avenging itself. What if the humans are doing evil and the monster strives to stop them… for goodness sake?

A heroic monster slaughters people as easily and readily as a villainous monster does. The only difference is that a good monster kills baddies and a villainous monster kills innocent people. The dynamic is the same otherwise. The heroic monster may even eat villains or abduct their women.

A monster is a strange creature, especially if a person of a sort. It is dangerous whether friendly or unfriendly. Its nature is predatory. Humans are its natural prey… for better or worse.

We love monsters. We relate… to their victims. We are thrilled by the danger and fascinated by the easy violence. We appreciate what monsters do to us to make our lives exciting.

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True Fiction

I am a storyteller who creates imaginary worlds. What would ours be like if I made it up? Well, there would be no disease. No one would be blind, deaf or crippled. There would be no language barrier. Weapons of mass-destruction would be obsolete. None of these particulars would be to turn the world into a paradise. They would be to rid it of things I find boring.

Most of us live in an imaginary world. The propaganda is true. Our struggles are good against evil. We are the heroes. Our opponents are the villains.

Our delusions inspire our fiction, usually for the better. Reality is usually grueling, anticlimactic and morally ambiguous. The propaganda is exciting, epic and morally satisfying.

I was a student of history who lost interest when I realized the interesting things were embellished if not outright untrue. The legends and propaganda were better. They were interesting.

Reality is boring. We believe it to be otherwise when we are convinced the legends and propaganda are true. I know better. Still, why let all that inspiring make-believe go to waste?

I write fiction, usually what was once called “weird fiction.” Fantasy, science fiction and supernatural horror are weird fiction. It is dramatic. The heroes and villains are larger than life. The struggles are epic. They are very much like legends and propaganda.

I believe in truth. My fiction is not disguised as nonfiction. My stories are everything wonderful about legends and propaganda without being false.

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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.

Perverted Purity

Homosexuality, pedophilia, bestiality and necrophilia are common interests. Why? To engage in any of these does nothing to perpetuate the species.

Fellatio, cunnilingus and buggery can be as pleasurable as coitus. Why? How do these other things satisfy our natural yearning to reproduce?

Reproduction is the practical aspect of sexuality. Heterosexual monogamy among living and consenting adults of the same species is the natural ideal.

We all have perverted interests. Many of these became crimes or lifestyles.

Yes, people are born with homosexual inclinations. No one chooses to be a pedophile. Unnatural urges come naturally.

The mindless thing to do is whatever you want. The thoughtful thing to do is the right thing whether you want to do it or not.

A homosexual is not a sodomite until he sodomizes. A pedophile is not a child molester until he molests a child. Our impulses are involuntary but acting on them is willful.

You are not a sodomite if you are sodomized against your will. Your compliance is not consent if you are pressured or tricked. The victim is not the culprit.

We are flesh and blood but we are also mind and spirit. As flesh and blood we are animals. As mind and spirit we are people.

It is a sin to kill and eat people, whether physically, emotionally or psychologically. People murder souls by raping bodies. The penalty is death.

All things are clean of themselves and perversions are not exceptions. Homosexuality, pedophilia, bestiality and necrophilia are temptations but can be inspirations. They are negative energy but they are energy. They can be made positive through sublimation. Channeled thoughtfully, they can power productive endeavors.

A human being lives and breathes by the very blood and breath of God. We imagine and create by the very life of the Creator. Anything is possible accordingly.

An impulse is a spark and a passion its fire. Are you careless? Are you an arsonist? Use your impulses responsibly and all shall be well. Sublimate your perverted interests and they shall be light in the world. Squander them and they shall prove darkness.

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