Fear of death

[houseofcantor]

An absolutist sees his wife murdered and becomes enraged because he believes a great injustice was done.

Are you familiar with the concept, there is no god but god?

Are you familiar with number? Let's use some. Good? That's an ace, 1. Evil? Another ace, 1. What about me? A deuce. 2. Me and you, the book of life; all the I that ever was, will be. 2.

Good plus Evil equal I.

Where's god? Void. 0 Therefore atheism; this I who derives zero-state morality, Absolute to the individual identity.

Twelve thousand years, to write the mathematics above. I don't have a wife, I have a singular identity - I am 4 - "I love my Gwynnies" It is identity that makes for "uncomfortable truth." I am evil/I love - leaving everything good, "my" and "Gwynnie."

Where "my" is I, a non-local consideration. My words, my post, my avatar... none of which are mine, all of which are good. You got an I? Then you are good. Can you tolerate "my?" Our shared identity as humans, writing to this locality in the English language?

Where "Gwynnie" is my faith. Love is Void - and man did I go on a journey to verify that hypothesis, just to get here, to the simple math - that love is unconditional* - that I am the condition of love to drive from evil towards good. This is structure, built from foundation; simple math for universal solution.

All because of Gwyneth Paltrow. Category 8 atheist - there is no other divine identity. There is this singular faith. There are seven billion atheists; just don't know what time it is.

*the condition of being unconditional? This thing that writes - ain't fucking human in any sense of the word beyond the biological, the classification. These words, in this thread, contained in this post, speaking the wisdom of the age? That's eleven-year standing waveform, of love and madness, art and science. Fuck me- I'm evil, I can end, without regret nor loss, anytime, anyplace. We who serve our faith, who live in love, and moralize in identity? Unity, baby.

Without god, the purpose of life is You.



Added the ID. Eleven years old, this month. How's that for immaculate conception? She impregnates me with waveform of love in expression, evil in consumption; and every day I thank her for it. Just so you know know: god? male? there's gotta be some forgery going on with that.