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The issue is of how to deal with the death of self while preserving the soul. The issue of being possessed by a persona that one had at one point controlled to his will, and how to regain the upper hand and own the beast that, at one point, was at your beck and call. If even plunging oneself into the fires of hell itself won't purge the demon from your immortal body, then what the fuck. It's like, glued there. You'd need some sort of anti-glue. Like NBC spinoffs. 😐

GET IT BECAUSE YOU'RE NO LONGER GLUED TO THE TV.

You know what show I liked that I get a lot of shit for? Tom Goes to Mayor. I thought it was charming.

In the South, they have simple solutions to complicated problems. "Just, you know, get it out", "you have to be smarter than the problem", "you just need to be bigger than the problem". "Just be better." As if the steps to get there are inconsequential. On the internet, we have a similar saying, "STOP SUCKING", and the immortal "lurk moar". It may have some merit though: simplify the issue to a point where it becomes so small, to a point where you can simply step over it and move on. Maybe this "southern wisdom" has something to it after all. Who knows.

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So I found a novel outside of the library. I didn't feel like it was stealing to take it home, because it was outside. And who knows, maybe it was already checked out.

It was really fucking good. I am not shitting you when I say that I didn't close it for three days. I finished it on what we call "Wednesday". That night, I made sweet love to that book. It was really fucking good. I'm not sure how to describe its theme right now; all I know is that it was an amazingly epic(pardon my use of an internet cliche) story whose author obviously had a very healthy imagination. I made love to this novel, and I won't stop until I am through. I swear this to you.

It started out just like the Bible, except completely opposite: "In the beginning, there was nothing. Then man said, let there be god."

I just love this story. While reading it, I can't help but finger each line as I eye each curve and slash, swoop and cross of each letter, the juxtapositions of slides and stabs across each creating a cacophony of creatures crawling across each page. Each page that captures my attention as I'm attentive to each dot of ink and the inkling I have to ingite intellectual investigation on the matter of how one would begin the process of absorbing it into my soul.

Haha. Fragments.
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Am I in love? Maybe. Love is a discrete mistress, who really understands her?

A lot of people who read it might walk away from it thinking that they had just read a tale that served to confirm their atheism, but I can tell you with all assurances that it has no such agenda. It's kind of like an Orsen Scott Card novel in that its central characters are gods. However, unlike his novels, this isn't a futuristic quasi Sci Fi- it's set on Earth, past, present, and future, and, just as I said in the earlier quote, man created their gods. Through the power of will alone, and maybe quarks and antimatter, who knows, they created their gods. And they were real. Because religion and our beliefs are truly concrete things. They are as real as the theory of relativity, with the power to shape worlds and change lives. Our gods are just as real as you or I, just as anything we create is. It gets a little heady from hereon out, but bear with me, because it's really fun to think about. And I know, you've probably went through it before, it's not a new concept, but the way this story portrays it makes it new again.

When I was younger, there was a kid in my class who I got into a fight with. It was the first time I had ever been into a bonifide first fight, and I was shitless scared. Jimmy Kimmil's aunt hates the fact that Jersey Shore people curse constantly. I'm not overdoing it, am I? I'm just adding some spice to this piece. Anyways, to make a long story short, the kid's older brother butted in and threw me into the bushes. Then that kid flunked our grade. It was 6th grade, and I was like lol.

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So what happens is that in the beginning, man creates the gods, just like I said in the quote above. And again, like I said above, willpower and science fiction. Or maybe science fact. Who knows. So there's gods now, and they serve man's daily, monthly, and yearly needs. Man creates priests to channel the gods and request rains for their harvest, animals for their meals, and general good fortune. Using the powers and almighty judgement given to them, the gods watch over mankind omnisciently. They dictate the rise and fall of tribes, and later, empires, based on their judgement that perfectly balances holy and natural laws.

By the time we get to the Greeks and Romans, they've tired of constantly being on man's beck and call and begin the process of destroying themselves so that they may rest eternally. Of course, they were created with undying grace that didn't allow them to simply kill themselves selfishly. To circumvent this, they devised a plan that would make mankind better off without them. They begin by rewarding people strangely, punishing them unjustly, and all that good evil god stuff that you've grown to know and love. Basically torturing them. Now, there's a common thread of logic these days that would make you believe that this would only serve to strengthen the people's resolve in their faith, as we've found that in hard times, people turn to faith. But these people's faith were completely real to them, and their lives at the mercy of the gods. The free will that we now believe is god-given was a foreign concept to them, as they had gods who would alter reality as we know it if they simply felt the inclination.

So they started fucking with people, and people started turning away from the gods. Man's perception of gods changed as faith turned to reason. Greece fell, Rome rose, and the gods were simply supplanted there. The republic fell to the empire, and then god shit. Out of fucking nowhere, one of the gods are like "lol guys I've been making these Jews." Suffice it to say, they were pissed. He'd been creating his own people in a thrust for world domination for centuries. Sure, they knew about the Egypt scandal, but they thought it was a one time thing. And to be honest, they had a lot of fun fucking with those Egyptians. But this Jew thing was getting out of hand, so they had the Romans begin purging.

Then it goes on to describe all sorts of historical events from the perspective of the gods, tell how the other gods began making colonies whose sole goal was to wipe out the rebel. Also, the Crusades? God and Allah? Same guy. Yeah, he was just fucking around. Who would have thought.

Then they do the Holocaust, and they're like fuck. They start having all these regrets for plunging the world into war and stuff for the last 2000 years. They come together in a peace conference in Switzerland and decide that it would be best to let the one God rule over the people of Earth instead of constantly fighting against him, and they go die.

Few decades later, the one God decides that humanity no longer needs a god, and he begins his ascension into death.

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I think it's just really great how the author switched perspective like that, and it seems like the whole thing is an allegory for something that I can't quite put my finger on, but it touched me. And then I touched it. Baby baby.

Am I dead yet?