CHAPTER XXXIII
Thanatopsis, Etcetera
If you believe in God, or a Prime Deity, and live your life according to what you believe are the good and righteous and progressive principles this Deity would appreciate you observing (you know, "do not commit murder," "do not steal," "do not bear false witness," "do no harm to others," etc.), do you think your Prime Deity, be It Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Taoist, Kemetian, Buddhist or anything else, will open up the gates of Paradise for you? Do you think, with all the knowledge your Prime Deity has about you, that It will allow you entry into one of Its most prized creations and abodes? Will there be no more races to run? Will there be no more penultimate obstacle course at the start of which we shall find ourselves as soon as our eyes close for the last time in this world and open, in another, perhaps for eternity?
Perhaps we shall find ourselves at the peak of health in our whilom bodies attained while on this plane, appearing in the next life in the semblance of these bodies because we have lived with these bodies for so long and these bodies are all we know. Or perhaps we shall find ourselves at the nadir of our quondam lives, struggling to reach an afterlife goal, one last hurrah, with the chips stacked against us. It could also be that, on passing through the veil, whichever form we wish to clothe ourselves with is the form we will be allowed to use at that time, if by "time" in that hereafter we mean the measured or measurable period during which an action, process or condition exists or continues; also, duration: a nonspatial continuum that is measured in terms of events which succeed one another from past through present to future.
Maybe on our departure from this possible bump in the road, we will remember what we were and how we were truly clothed before our spirit guides somehow coerced us to incarnate or reincarnate for some great purpose? Imagine, to have previously been with The Prime Deity and your spirit guide, or your ancestor, convinced you to put on this terribly decadent and frail flesh? One could likely say no... But what if your Prime Deity Itself asked you to come back again, and again, and again? Your Prime Deity assured you that no matter your (re-)incarnation's religious belief on the flat Earth, or lack thereof, as soon as your mission was accomplished, and as soon as that mortal corruptible was cast off, you would be reunited with It again. Would you then repeatedly return with that assurance? (But to have no knowledge of said assurance during any of your flat Earth journeys.)
Is it not two of the Big Three's God That proclaims: "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you"? If The Prime Deity knew us before It formed us in the womb, then that means we were somewhere before this shithole plane of existence.
Imagine, also, that you don't believe in the Divine. You believe in evolution, a theory so flawed as to literally plagiarize Creationism but in appallingly apathetic manner: "nothing exploded." In that one banal statement, atheism woefully attempts to poorly mimic "In the beginning" and "Let there be light." How, pray tell, could nothing (that is, presumably, what they mean by antimatter) have spontaneously exploded? To date, no antimatter ever experimented upon or observed has ever just "exploded"!
It does not make sense. But, ironically, the statement destroys the very same theory of evolution it tries to explain.
Nothing exploded. As in no thing exploded, not nothing, the composite noun. Science always manages to put a foot in its mouth and expects laypeople to simply accept declarative statements spewed by cultic, allegedly "competent authorities" instead of doing our own research. Any human being with a smartphone is a possible social engineer, capable of effecting great changes in society and, through timely and properly structured experimentation, also able to conclude truisms for themselves if what the media and other sources tell them rings falsely.
Because science cannot quantify the spiritual realm, it sneers at the proven existence of the unseen and the not understood. Because science cannot follow people into the hereafter, all of those "kinds of" subjects were termed pseudoscience. But this means that science itself qualifies metaphysics, a so-called "pseudoscience." How then explain the existence of doctors in theology and other such related metaphysical fields? Theology itself is a science, but supposedly cannot be as neatly categorized as mathematics, geometry, trigonometry or physics or a host of other related disciplines. However, if not for the accounts in certain Scripture, archaeologists and geologists would not have known where to go and look for buried artifacts, ancient tombs and the remnants of bygone civilizations, forgotten treasures, etc.
If The Prime Deity could be as quantified as science wished It to be, It would no longer be The Prime Deity.
The brain is the physical organ that normally controls the bodys impulses and actions and, to a great degree, its emotions. But the mind is metaphysical, and the effects of metaphysical influence have been chronicled, greater than just brain functionality, as in the case of placebo trials, where the mind convinced the body that it was receiving treatment and thus, should be getting better and, in effect, psyched the body out to get better. Mayhaps, with the unsheathing of this decadent and decaying flesh, the mind will be able to do far more than in its present, sorely limited, state. Likely, with help from The Prime Deity or the ancestors.
Now, again about those that believe that after this life there is merely... nothing! A void, blackness, vacancy, everlasting darkness, nothingness, non-identity. What foolishness, to believe that I, as a living, thinking, conscious and existing being, would lose all of my self-awareness, my self-possession, upon undressing myself of this human clothing. The idea is preposterous; even if I held no assurance in The Prime Deity, at least I would never be foolish enough to state emphatically that there is no God. And, due to an atheists disbelief in God, would, then, that Greatest Worthy, allow the consciousness of said atheist to simply dissipate into complete nothingness? After all, that is what the atheist believed would happen! But the wisdom and mercy of The Prime Deity are incomprehensible, and perhaps, despite the idiotic disrespect that atheism presents to God, perhaps God will still tolerate the atheists existence in the existence to come. If not for the sake of the rubbishy atheist, perhaps, then, for the sake of his or her loved ones, for their sake his or her existence shall be allowed to continue.
Imagine one's life having little to no meaning, as evolutionists (the vast majority of whom tend to be atheist) support. That the human being, such an incredible biological organism, is the result of millions of years of evolution, is an insult to human intelligence. Evolution presupposes the advancement of unicellular organisms into multicellular organisms all the way to the human being. Were this true, it would mean two things:
1.) Over a period of time, the biological, organic, animal cell would, in adapting to the random mutations "evolution" mandates, gain different structures,
or abilities to fortify itself into a stronger, more capable, cell; and
2.) If one of those mutational (or "evolutionary") additions were removed from the cell structure as a whole, the cell would still continue to function. This is as obvious to a duck as rain on its back.
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However, biologists conducted a series of tests in which simply one component of the current human cell was removed, such as the mitochondria... and the cell immediately failed to continue to function. Other individual components of the cell were removed, and each time, the cell ceased to function. This makes no sense in the complete scheme of evolution.
It is comparable to Mr. Jackson (a mythical name, for example) starting an exercise drill on the first floor of a twenty storey building with one liter of water. He is completely fine with that liter of water, in perfect health. As he races up the building's stairs, he receives a different type of one liter energy drink at the landing on every successive storey. When Mr. Jackson arrives at the twentieth floor landing, he has a collection of various energy drinks, each of which helped him climb to the next storey. However let us remember that he started with one bottle of water, in perfect health.
In evolutionary theory, if you took away the energy drink Mr. Jackson received on the twentieth floor and (hypothetically, of course) sent him back to the nineteenth floor, he should still be fine because he has accumulated other energy drinks along the way up. If you took away the energy drinks he received on the fifteenth, eighteenth, sixth and/or second storeys, Mr. Jackson still should be in great health. Even if you took away all the energy drinks he accrued on his way up, Mr. Jackson should be fine, as he began with nothing but one bottle of water and was in good health even at that time, at the very least, alive. However, the theory breaks down in practice. The building is the organism, Mr. Jackson is a typical biological cell. The energy drinks he picks up along the exercise course are the additional parts that evolution says were added over time. The exercise course itself and the journey from storey to storey is the time it takes evolution to allegedly provide for the cell. In practice, when biologists took the "energy drink" from Mr. Jackson at the eleventh storey landing, he died. As a matter of fact, when biologists took away, at separate times, each energy drink (evolutionary provisions [or evolutionary mutations]), singly, Mr. Jackson ceased to function completely.
If it were truly the process of evolution, removing all evolutionary provisions, singly, up until the point of our current state of evolution, would do absolutely nothing to cause Mr. Jackson to cease functioning.
Therefore, evolution is a lie.
Since evolution is a lie, there must be an Intelligent Designer - there is no middle road, unless one believes in another, a third, theory: that human beings are bioengineered by extraterrestrials. Even presupposing truth to this, third, theory, who created the extraterrestrials? Everything leadsback to The Prime Deity, or in the appellation of the most notable of superior intellects in his time but gone far too soon: Thomas Aquinas - The Prime Cause. For the sake of brevity, let us forgo the third theory and address the most plausible theory, Intelligent Design. We conclude that since there is an Intelligent Designer, there is surely an afterlife, and at some point therein, everyone will meet and have to answer to their Maker. Whether you believe the sun exists or not is irrelevant to the sun itself, which will continue shining wherever its path takes it. Whether you believe it will be fixed or not, the ice cream machine in McDonald's will still be broken every time you're in the mood for some damn ice cream.
Is it not, then, rational, to gamble on the existence of The Prime Deity? This way, you can live your life as if It exists (even if you truly don't believe) and when your last breath leaves your body and you find yourself face to face with It (for indeed, a spirit is an "it" and not a "he" or a "she," unless it manifests as either gender) you may be spared Divine retribution for at the very least having lived life in accordance with its mandates and precepts.
Better to gamble that God exists and, finding that to be true, be justified by your works, rather than wager on Its non-existence and, finding that to be true, be condemned for your faithlessness.
What will you do?
Your last breath awaits you at some point, be it up the corner, around the block or down the street. Few people see Death's approach. Journalists and athletes have died on live t.v. while possibly making plans for dinner preparation - no single person in the Twin Towers thought they would ever be jumping out of a building designed to withstand the same plane attacks those buildings allegedly experienced, while a gold heist was being engineered at World Trade Center Tower 7, that came crashing down almost seven hours later. A special place beneath the basement of the subbasement of hell awaits those who engineered those so-called foreign terror attacks on September 11, 2001. Thoughts of a particular Jeffrey Epstein painting come to mind: George "Dubya" Bush kneels on the floor of his office playing with paper planes and two Jenga towers lay fallen on the floor in front of him. May their nights be filled with tortuous regrets and horrifying fright at the approach of their green mile. Some have willingly sold their souls for fortune and fame. It matters not.
Death. Awaits. All.
None will escape its frigid constrictions of breath, or heart palpitations, or murder, or Hillary Clinton-esque "suicide," or a rival gang member's bullet or poisoned drugs, or being drowned or being suffocated by one pound of pillows.
Prepare yourselves, and "remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed."
