I man Fort Dume Isolation on Battered Hill overlooking Walled In Pond in the Gladgrimshine Realm of Midguard. "The Crystal Castle" glimmers forbiddingly in the distance. Idle, idle idler! Solitude sings as a coy doe prances deep into the forest. Death knocks at the door as I stare at an open field of a thousand smiles...and The Walled In Pond Meadow enchants coos haunts.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Words of an Atheist on Atheism, Nothing, and Death
A-(theist-x-u-all)-sexual - a definiton of Atheism by a true believer in Nothing: "I didn't know I secretly hated smoking. But I love to smoke." Historically: Native Americans inhaled the spirit world thru the tobacco inhalation portal creation process that is smoking. Today: disconnected platonics without resolution (hating smoking) and a chemical breathing nothing machine "G.O.D."on autopilot tobacco romancing (the love of smoking). The denial demur anihilistic-ism of this deterministic thrust does not erase G>O>D>s bone shadow: nothing. "Some atheists do not lie on a Coffin", the atheist said. "Earth is a coffin", I said, "and earth I walk". Nothing is worshiped and Nothing sustains. Nothing is "The Force" of Star Wars. Nothing is GoD'S bone shadow machine. The hallway of life called "Thru" is filled with black Nothing.