Preface

I have traveled many months across the digital universe, we so comfortably call home.  The Good-God is dead.  As I passed through the existence of matter and space I found a doorway.  I opened it and, to my amazement, saw my refelection staring back at me.  We are our own God.  Man created religion to give a sense of hope and meaning to the lives of the less fortunate people in the world.  It gives them a reason to exist.  I do not need a reason for existence.  I am here, so I will make myself as comfortable as possible utilizingall the resources available to me.  I choose not to waste my energy on figuring out why we are here or how we got here.  The answer is meaningless and uncomprehensible.
                               I am a Nihilst