A Mix of Spells
I'm an animal, a product of
evolution, programmed to survive and reproduce, and simply solving
problems of logistics, moving things around, which is all any of us
ever really do. We move money and ideas and dogs around, for
example, but it's still just things; people are things, bodies (not
souls), and we're all going to die (and, in fact, are always dying).
That is the reality, and reality is all the god there ever is. God
is good, the source of goodness, and we ourselves are the only
reality we can ever experience. So we make our own lives good,
better, best. We are each a You-niverse unto ourselves. Of course,
we fall in love, have sex, have kids, raise families, fight wars, and
eventually age, get sick, die and cease to exist, for ever and ever,
always, dust unto dust, eternal Oblivion. Impermanence is a fact of
life, a law of reality. So do whatever the fuck you want, you only
live once. And we're all in the same boat. You are under no
obligation to think, say, do, or be anything. And that is a kind of
freedom. Of course, there is law and police. Public opinion,
courts, judges... So you might want to craft for yourself a good
reputation, and live as if you will be rewarded an afterlife of
heavenly bliss, that long, unending, heroin high in the sky. And
who's to say? Maybe you will. I don't claim to be omniscient, so
make up your own mind what spells you want to live under, whether
Christian immortality in Heaven, or Buddhist enlightened nirvana
until your flame goes out, or atheist certitude in the primacy of
self in an uncaring universe, or even an Antichrist or Vampire,
feeding off the suffering of your fellow man, or what-have-you. All
of the above! I kind of like my current, evolving, philosophy that
we're all Gods, bumping universes into each other, and we never die
because we were never actually alive to begin with, being composed of
non-sentient matter, that gets magically re-arranged by our dna into
consciousness, the cooperation of eyes, ears, skin, mouth, nose, and
linguistic brain into the stream we think is so special (but maybe
rocks or atoms are alive, too; A lot of people think water is
conscious...). Well, whatever.
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