As we let god take its final breath, there beneath the books, the altars and the piles of bodies accumulated over years of intensive search for his divine approval.
the dying divinity, who leave its children lost and scare in front of infinity. If there ever was one. Many are the few that claim no knowledge of it “I don’t believe in god, but there most be higher power”, wish In therm means, I don believe in God but there have a to be a God, however you try, but higher power and God, spell pretty much the same. And the safety and freedom to wait for some to take care of it.
A whole world mourning, like children, abandon by a distant father figure, make Oedipus sound like a boring sit-com. While the world sinks in mankind’s dirty diapers and cleverly sold easy fixes. Give me a dollar and I’ll save polar, you children and everybody else from global warming. Not to different from the old Papal scheme of selling pardons over the counter.
As we teach our kids the civic art of dodging responsibility and letting it fall into the imaginary hands of an all powerful daddy type, than will take care of it while we sleep an consume depravedly.
the worst and of becoming an orphan is the realization that survival is in your own hands and all the freedom that it represents, for the whole 7 billion of us. Because daddy will never pick up the dirt we are dawning in, and the hung over can’t last for ever.
