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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War of Apocalypse

World War 3 shall happen. Russia and the Muslims will be smashed by the West. The Muslims will join the West against India and the Far East.

Unlike today, Europe will lead the West, Egypt will be an ally of Russia (again) and the East will be led by an axis of Japan, India, China and Korea.

The leader of the West will be worshiped as the Christ by worldly Christians, the Messiah by godless Jews and Al Mahdi by Muslims. India will be ruled by its “god” Vishnu and Japan by its “goddess” Amaterasu. Two other “gods” will rule China and Korea.

The Muslims are outraged when the leader of the West proclaims himself God. They convert to worshiping him, however, when he “proves” his claim by soundly defeating them and their Russian allies in battle.

The East is provoked when the “god” of the West outlaws the worship of any other gods. They team up to challenge his authority.

No one will win World War 3. It shall be the fourth and final apocalypse. It brings the world as it is to an end. It is not the end of the world, however. It is the cleansing of the world in preparation for better things.

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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