Tuesday, 2 November 2010

Why I can feel smug at being an antitheist

Antitheism is knowing god but hating it. This force or power or spirit
(plurals too) has power unlimited yet look at the world.

I was drunk last night and walking to Trafagalar Square to get a night
bus home. I stopped by the church up near the House of Commons, knelt
down and prayed. I prayed about the deaths, increased illness and
reduced life expectancy that'll happen over the next few years because
of the government's cuts. In my head it's so simple: no one needs to
die. There are ways to ensure this doesn't happen but there isn't the
will. Not at the moment anyway.

God sent me a sign. A police officer stopped me, asked what I was doing
and took my details. I explained and he was really nice. We had a chat.
Don't remember what I said. Think he believed in god too. Think he
thought I was mad when I first explained what I was praying about. Then
I explained in my way and I think he got it. It just comes down to less
heat for people, less shelter and less food (and poorer quality food.
There's also lots of mental health stuff as well but I'm afraid I'm
still quite simplistic in my thinking about this at the moment. Maslov's
basic hierachy of needs for everyone ensures the mortality gap doesn't
widen.

Humanity builds huge particle accelerators to search for the truth of
what the universe is made of. It builds satellites to explore the
deepest reaches of the universe and peer back in time to the begin.
Humanity has put a man on the moon. It knows more about what human
beings are made of physically than ever before.

How is it the simple thing of ensuring the right to Maslov's basic needs
is not available to every single human being? The work of the
non-corporeal force or entities of course. While the Pope lives in the
Vatican and flies around in a private jet those with the gift from god
are often homeless, jobless and poor. The bankers will still thrive but
the poor will get poorer and the disadvantaged moreso.

It's always been the same. The rich fuck up but the poor get the blame.
Thank god.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"