there is a thing that amuses me about the Lord or even the idea of him I guess.
people wander around through life, sometimes singing, sometimes dancing, but mostly just wishing that they were getting laid more by a higher standard of people.
they look about them and they say, hot damn, I sure do think that chick looks hot. or that dude has some bitchin sunglasses on. some people put on makeup, others have really sweet cars that they wash and wax every other saturday.
they walk about through their lives, hoping for something better, thinking about the past, maybe hoping they don't miss this week's Friends that comes on TV, etc etc etc.
Then if they happen to think beyond all that, whether that they are a system of cells, each replicating and integrating - a tiny little cycle of life and death that they have no need to be aware of for their lives of makeup and hairspray to work. If you confront them about this, and you say - where did this come from - well DUH, I came from my mom. she had wild kinky sex with my father, and then his man juice got it on with her eggs and 9 months later I came out into this cold cruel world, now pass me a beer.
Hot damn. Then you ask, but that is a complicated process, where do you think the process originated from... well shit -that's a brain bender there... it is really possible that I just don't know the answer to that one. hmmm, but I like to have neat little solutions for all my answers... I'm gonna run with the "big man in the sky did all this a few years ago" solution. yeah, that's work. and then you ask how he did it all and then it is easy - he is all powerful - so any answer after that gets really easy. duh.
Then you pull back to earlier days or present times in 3rd world nations. you get a bunch of people that are hungry, they are cold, they are sick, and quite frankly, they just don't really want to be here. a combination of a basic human will to live and perhaps even a ruling class that needs the lower class to exist in order for the ruling class to also exist... well, then you get another wonderful and happy solution. You say, hot damn, I sure do hate being hungry. I could sure use a big mac. but there are none to be had. bummer. and this digging in the dirt with my hands shit really sucks, I'd much rather be sleeping. so how do I get out of this mess that I was born into - well, I could walk away. hmm, but I'm in the middle of nowhere. fuck. I could just kill myself - but then I can't work for that dude over in the house and that isn't gonna make him happy. son of a bitch. and damn I'm hungry. I have a feeling inside that I'm special, so I think that there is probably something that will save me, which is nice since I really don't know if I can do it myself. I don't know what this special force that will save me is... but I sure hope it is an all powerful person like me, but up in the sky. that would rule. then when I die, he will be all like "dude, that was totally MY BAD to put you through all that shit - here have some wine and a stripper."
there are plenty of answers out there, and I find it quite amusing that people are like, hmmm, yeah, don't have an answer for that. I'm gonna go ahead and give that one over to the large human form in the sky. I'm so glad he is there - it gives me this sort of warm and fuzzy feeling - like all this shit was starting to suck - but with him there, I know that I don't have to worry so much and he is gonna take care of me. I wonder what he is up to now? probably getting the place all cleaned up for me. why me? I'm special - duh.
good times.
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