People lack fun
JESUS IS DEAD — Varg Vikernes
(Burzum)
Care?
Cremated.
I know none.
FUCK CHRISTIANITY IN PARTICULAR
Kaileesi cannot match this vibe. Ever.
Like Zara Larsson, but not... Fake:
You know who's NOT getting a reservation at Dorsia? White nationalists. BYE! BYE! BYE! 2070. HELLO!
Long live the globe. Long live maya and deception. Most of all, love.
Jews rock! Duh.
NO MORE RELIGION! BREAK THE RULES! THEY WERE FAKE ALL ALONG!
LOL. LUCIFER OUR LOVE!
Oh yes, but even still, it's already dated. A latter day thesis.
"So many, even today, base their entire identity on a heavily distorted version of what I said when I was objectively at my worst. Just look at me back then, I was ragged, wearing half-dirty clothes, long hair, and I didn't even shave. My skin, way too tanned from walking down a road to nowhere, and sitting out like a gadfly, preaching. I can assure you, that is so not me; they never knew me. They have lionized a version of that as the best, but it's not. Do they know the old, fun-loving, if unseasoned me, with his light strawberry blonde hair, short, swooshed off, and shaved? Do they know the new me, not so different, but maybe a bit wiser, though the most, well, perpetually youthful of them all? No. No to either. And looking back at both, I'd actually prefer if, should they ignore me today, and I seek no recognition, preferring the shadows, they went after the first me, as the one to lionize. He was a guy who really lived. The second me, well, he almost apologized for living altogether! Well, that said, even me at my worst, I did not say half of the things they attribute to me. I did not, for one, promise anyone paradise, nor did I give scare-sermons about torment. All I ever said is "a character belongs where he does". This was, to me then, as it is now, logical and pretty reasonable. Say, the creator makes a wicked figurine? Of course, considering eternal recurrence, you can expect to find that one in a wicked dollhouse, living out a wicked story. But these people, they think if they follow some perversion of the orders I once foolishly gave, all about being selfless and all that, and their family members do too, that they will be, some day, reunited with them in some clouds-and-harps sky resort? This is ridiculous. Of course, one should not be an asshole, out of respect for creation, not to mention doing the creator proud, but come on? These people, they have no fun, they are misguided. I don't even care what they call themselves. Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu, it's all the same. Forget the Christians, as loathsome as they are, let's talk the other three. In India and Siam, there are stray dogs, with rabies, running rampant in packs of 40, 50, 60; God knows how many children they kill each year. But, nobody wants to cull the hounds. Why? The Hindu/Buddhist notion of "do no harm to a living being". Bruh, I didn't even say that. Then there are the Muslims. I've heard in some places, they strike with canes those who drink wine, and don't get me started on the stupid fucking burqas. Again, they, like the former two, three, all claim to be followers of me, regardless of what they call me. This is disgusting. Some even worship some effigy of me. This disgusts me, I've always said, even from may days as Adam, to worship only God—the writer of all stories, the dreamer of all dreams, within, yet beyond, us all. To worship a man, and all, from me to all others, are imperfect? Come on. I drink wine nearly every day, I love beautiful women showing off their style in the sun, and of course, I prefer it in a place where there are no stray beasts. Fuck bro, I fucked up so hard when I gave some of those sermons. Half the time, I was sharing valuable truths about life being a scripted dream of the divine, but the other half, my lord, I really put my foot in my mouth. Still though, I have no regrets at all. It was all fun, still is, but here, I see a future of putting things right a bit. I do not seek a fucking utopia—lesson learned, but maybe, a new chance for all who want it. Certainly, I got mine by it, and I'll share. I'm simply a tour guide for the soul, as I have always said quite clearly."
In some deep esoteric circles, there is this idea that the whole 20th century, considering its history/events, was something of an elaborate allegory by the creator for something far, far, deeper. Consider the song "Go West" by the Pet Shop Boys, can anyone serious in mind say with a straight face that this is merely a song about the end of the "Cold War"? Absolutely not. This is all related to the story of a particular soul, the world's central soul; that of Adam/Jesus, the star of The Fool's Journey, which right before the end of the first earth, right before the beginning of the second earth (the real stage), becomes a fool no longer, and the title of his story is extended to two more titles "The Artist's Journey" and the "Journey of the Craftsman". So, think about Russia. In the beginning of the 20th century, it was ruled by an excessful Tsar, representative of Adam, the rioter, the polar opposite of a starry-eyed idealist. Then (after a reactionary—against the excesses and missteps, revolution), it was ruled by Lenin(ists), a representative for Jesus, who was all Jesus was not, a sort of utopian, but alas, an even bigger fool than Adam, who was at least not into sapping the very vitality out of life in favor of some imaginary, self-assured ideal. In the end, well, Jesus came back, but a bit wiser in his years, having, in this iteration, gone through a microcosm of the old thing. Allegorically, Gorbachev played this one. He did his perestroika, and glasnost, lifting all of the inhuman restrictions he made de rigeur in his past, less savvy, life. Well, this was the plan he made for after the final day. What's that? Symbologized by the fall of the Berlin Wall. It's doomsday and renewal. The end of the first, fallen earth, and the beginning of the second, exalted. What's this soul's plan for the new world? All that Jesus and Adam were not all about. It is not one of conquest, nor moralizing, but simply about loving the art of life, and making that art even better, more vivid, more awesome, more fun.
Nobody ever gets out. Ever. :)