The matter of evil has always interested me. When i was merely a child, i used to rape a formicary, and starting to kill all quiet ants. Survivers used to panic and run away in different directions. Afterwards, i would hose the nest: flooding. And, i would imagine what was happenning in there: workings of emergency, sprints, orders and counter orders to rescue stock of food, eggs and queen ant, etc. Finally, i used to wreck everything, making big holes, finding their cavities, and exhuming everything madly: public disaster. Then, i used to sit and think about the meaning of existence and our own floodings and earthquakes. Consequently, i would find lots of hypotheses. Eventually, the thought of being controlled by a kind God would appear ridiculous and inconsistent ,so i used to think that it shouldn't have been taken seriously. Before i had grown up and joined a heist gang, i deduced that:
1. There is no God.
2.There is a God and he is such a son of a bitch.
3.There is a God but he sometimes falls into sleep, and his dreams are our existence.
4.There is a God but he doesn't have the key opening the door of insanity, and this key is our existence.
5.God is not everywhere, it is imposible to be everywhere at the same time. He sometimes disappears. Does he go to the other worlds? Does he do something different?
6.God is a poor demon. He has some problems about his power. As an artist struggling with his work, God struggles with the matter.
7.Before history, God lost against The angel of darkness. He was transformed to a beating demon, losing his prestige and assigned to that tough cosmos.
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