After all’s been written, the earth remains. Who knows how much has been burned by then. Much. All the oil, most likely. The poor old Earth might have collapsed by that time into a crumbled ball that loses its momentum around the sun and plummets right into it, or wanders offf into space and instantly … only a cosmic featherpush… sad, these atmospheric changes… but it could be worse, let’s say.
Who is proud to be an earthling?
This is why Independence Day, the movie, made such an impact on the young politician. I see this now.
In itself I thought not much of the movie I Am Legend, but I see its significance in terms of a primal politics.
Pericles or Alcibiades… steward or stewardess… Syrians will civilize Europe once more, its muslims foremost. Syrians being the most Earthy of muslims and other jews.
DAMASCUS
once, not long ago, a haven with bellydancers in every green patio. A feast for the eyes and the nostrils that like to flare up and spices, fire.
They know how to live, I would say, but more so even the Lebanese. And of course my personal favorite, the Israelis. These of all jews are the most tenacious in their fire. But all Jews, Arabs and Israelites alike, are like Adam and Eve, and Lilith is banished.
Lilith is not fire but water of deep black. At the outset of Eden, of its story, which is leaving it behind… at the very earliest moment there is a space for earth.
and water
the LORD saw it was Bad…
and he did not yet understand that this was always better than perfect.
The Priesthood of Dea Syria castrated itself, and dressed as women, presiding over orgies, and encouraged it’s women to be prostitutes. Lucian, who wrote the best book on the subject, was a Hugh influence on Nietzsche.
I think it is inevitable, given you had sex with a man in a Toga Party, that you are a Nietzschean, in a era when your country, as well as neighboring Germany sells your women into prostitution inmass, allowing your women to be raped and molested inmass in the streets, that you would finally yield to the inevitable, accept trixie as your master, chop your dick off and become a transexual convert to Wahabbi Islam.
Seems the inevitable trajectory your heading on. Trixie = Jakob’s Caesar.
Certainly wouldn’t be the path I would choose, I despise such a pathetic way, am opposed to self mutilation and giving into every form of weakness, but I am not you. You seem so inevititably bound to this self destruction, you seem to already be accepting, embracing the futility of living. Your the beginnings of the Transexual Branch of Wahabbi Islam. Only in the Netherlands can such different strands of idiocy merge, by virtue of all the Magic Brownies laying about. No doubt you’ve already dropped down to your knees and submitted sexually to a refugee. Thats Dutch Nationalism for ya.
Its priesthood is Muslims who use Christian rituals, it is a cousin to The Nation of Islam (very closely descended)… it has a Teanny Priesthood (always figured Trixie would eventually end up there on his own). It takes in people with bizarre racial outlooks and beliefs as you do, give them a bullshit hierarchy, and everyone sucks each others cock as a means to arriving to enlightenment.
I doubt you would stand out.
Just remember, Fish are Holy in the Dea Syrian religion. Bow down and worship your Syrian catfish, Nietzschean.
Its inevitable all Nietzschean movements will fully embrace their Nihilism, castrate themselves, sell their women into srexual slavery, and worship the cocks of foreign men and practice effiminate religions, bowing down to the glory of catfish. Why else would Nietzsche take so heavily from Lucian? Your just a bunch of Syrian fish worshippers lopping off your own dicks. I always knew it, and your finally coming out of the closet to prove it.
Go ahead, throw some bread at the fish. Scream in escsacy and joy when they eat it.
Five billion years from now after the Sun has burned all its hydrogen it shall go red
giant expanding out to the orbit of Mercury and then atomising Earth in the process
^^^Human beings exist with contempt for each other chasing the selfish ego but in the end the universe itself has utter contempt for the existence of humanity.
And where is god amongst all of this? Where indeed…
Say that God is perfect, yet so many other things in existence are also perfect and don’t all want to be similar to God and so get in the way of God. Even if God is perfect, at that point it becomes a matter that God’s perfection is null and void due to free will and the ability to slander, interrupt, etc.
As Shepherdess stated, a sane God can admit its mistakes.
Or, at least the mistakes that it thinks it makes on its own.
A perfect God may not be able to see its own perfection at times and may be glad for certain reasons not to be perfect, such as in the case where such perfection may put others at an unease or disadvantage for being ‘too perfect’. And, as I said, with so many possible things opposing God or even trying to help and not understanding perfectly how such a God would need help may interfere in so many ways that makes God seem anything other than perfect, even unto itself. Even in situations where such a God knows it is perfect and without error, another free-willed entity may take advantage of a lowered guard to make God do something that would make it look imperfect even though such a God itself would still be perfect and without error.
At what point could you call such a being imperfect if it created equality and free will perfectly for acknowledging that inequality and the control of others also exists perfectly and such paradoxes exist perfectly in a reality where it is vastly believed that such paradoxes should tear apart reality. And, they do tear apart reality, yet not as expected by what some are lead to believe of paradoxes. For creating and allowing imperfection and being perfect within imperfection and imperfect within perfection at the same time, such a God would still be perfect. Perfect, without error, without sin; perfect in that it can be viewed to have error, to sin; perfect in the fact that it feels that it errs and sins; perfect in the fact that it knows at certain points that it does not. Perfect in all its machinations.
