“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Friday, April 20, 2007

So... yeah.

I've actually written like five new posts and none of them seemed right to put up. It just seems like it would be in poor taste to be throwing out the usual dick and fart jokes this week, especially given that a significant portion of my fanbase is in Virginia.

But there is something I'd like to talk about that doesn't seem out of place.

Well, two things actually.

First of all, when I was told what happened Monday I turned on the news, got the general gist of the situation, and turned it back to a non-news channel. Why? Because I heard what happened and I was quite capable of trying to absorb it without watching a months worth of 'Special Reports' in which hack reporters tell us all about how they have nothing new to report.

I despise what the news has become. It doesn't have to be insightful, it just has to be first and loudest.

Fuck integrity.

Fuck decorum.

Fuck common fucking decency.

If I can do nothing else then I'd like to at least get people to stop watching the news. The same principle that says that professional wrestling has to call itself 'Sports Entertainment' should have to apply to the fraud that calls itself journalism these days.

It's 'News Entertainment'.

Granted, it's not really news and it's (at least to my mind) far from entertaining, but we have to call it something else. We don't have news anymore. We haven't had it since the advent of cable television when news programs suddenly had to compete with regular shows. It's been a long, slow slide into the shallow end of the airwaves ever since.

I know what happened. I know that it has deeply affected people that I care about. That's all I need to know.

And I swear this. Every channel that runs any piece of the fucking press release package that NBC received is getting blocked from my television. I don't know the shooters name. I don't want to know his name. I don't want to know a damn thing about his motivations or his methods and I sure as fuck don't want to know about his choice in gun stores.

This twisted person wanted above all to be remembered for his actions, a fact that our 'news' organizations aren't shy about sharing. Then right after they share it they begin airing exactly what he wanted aired.

Is it any wonder that a fair portion of society disgusts me?

The greatest tribute that can be given to the victims of Monday morning is to forget the name and face of their murderer. Deny him what he wanted badly enough to take the lives of 32 people in the most cowardly possible way.

Sadly, some of us will never be able to do that, but the rest of us can.

The other thing I'm going to talk about, as it was asked about, is the matter of my faith.

I think some of you have gotten the wrong idea about my spiritual views and maybe this is the time to try and explain them.

This should prove to be quite the adventure.

You might want to buckle up.

I've long been a student of the metaphysical (even before I became metaphysical) and quantum physics and as I've stated on many occasions I've spent a lot of time trying to figure out the major religions of the world. As you'd imagine those things don't really mix together too awfully goddamn well, but I never said it was easy.

In the beginning, there was a consciousness. A sentient being existing in an endless void. Lets call it, for lack of a better term, God.

God, being self aware, knew that it existed, but what did existence mean? You can't quantifty something without something else to compare it to. This would naturally make things difficult for a shifting, shapeless mass of energy so God began to make things. Things like, lets say, the Heavens and the Earth.

Now quantum physics tells us that energy cannot be created nor destroyed. It also tells us that matter is simply energy reduced to a slow vibration. God created the universe from itself, and when understanding of the physical universe was achieved God set in motion the process of evolution, creating life. When life was understood god set about creating beings like itself. Being that could think and reason as it did.

This probably wasn't the best idea God ever had.

But again, the process of evolution was set into motion, eventually producing us.

Again, probably not the best idea.

All of it, the physical universe, the animal kingdom, mankind, all of it created to give context and understanding to the idea of existence. And all of it the distilled, physical representation of God.

God isn't IN everything. God IS everything

In essence, we're God's imaginary friends. And each of us is here to examine some unique facet of existence. Each of us is a question. It's up to us to find our answer.

Granted, I kinda came to most of these conclusions after a near death experience, which can't be the best frame of mind, and I was drugged to an insane degree, but it makes sense to me.

Each of us has a path. The way we follow it is up to us. We're born, we live as best we can, and then we return to the source, where all we've become gives greater understanding to the being that created us and maybe sets the stage for another world.

Sadly we don't always find our way along our path. Sometimes we stumble and if there's no one to catch us sometimes terrible things happen. But even in those terrible things knowledge is gained.

I've said many times that I don't believe in organized religion. I believe that arbitrary rules created by man and twisted to his ends get in the way of understanding the world and each other and even God itself, because beliefs can't be taught or mandated. If you don't come by your beliefs honestly, on your own, then are they really of value? Are they really beliefs? Or a means of control?

I'm not knocking religion. Technically, what I've just outlined constitutes a religion, so I'd be something of a hypocrite if I knocked them. I'm just saying that I don't understand them and they don't work for me. If they do for you, that's fine. I just believe that we all truly do have a purpose in life and that on some level it really does all make sense.

But I've rambled on enough here. I hope some of it made even the slightest bit of sense. I'll be back with more dick jokes just as soon as the world seems funny again.



I'd rather this was the Leonard Cohen version, which is much better, but I couldn't find a performance of it.

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