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I’m fairly certain now that every religion created by man was to keep the plebs obeisant to the %1 Rulers, who never were the smartest, they were merely the best deceivers of their own species.
And the %1 Rulers used fear as the core of whatever religion they invented, because they realized fear is the most primal emotion of all self aware living creatures on Earth. (Plants are alive, too, but they lack emotions.) Everything alive on Earth has one, and only one, purpose: to perpetuate (reproduce) itself. And to guarantee that primary instinct, Nature programmed self aware living creatures to fear death, because death potentially means extinction (that species ceases to exist). And that made fear the foremost emotion which the %1 Rulers have used to control the plebs throughout history.
I continue to return to this concept:
Nature is neither Good nor Evil.
Nature is merely reproduction and survival of the fittest.
Eventually Earth will be a lifeless planet, like Mars is now.
As Shakespeare said:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth
When a sperm fertilizes an egg (regardless of the species), cell division and expansion outward (growth) occurs, similar, if not identical, to the "Big Bang" and expansion outward (growth) of our Universe.
Some don’t believe there is a God (creator). Others then ask, "Then where did the Universe come from?" I say, "What difference does it make?"
Now don't hang on
Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust In The Wind - Kansas
Were your white little bones of a bird
Crushed like a husk in the Great Deceiver's mouth?
You're a holy with no ghost
And if you’re blind to me
Why do you try to see?
Shouldn’t it always be
Obvious?
Husk - Dry The River
