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| THIS IS MY STORY. IT IS IN THE FORM OF A JOURNAL. I WOULD JUST PULL IT OUT AND START WRITING SOME NIGHTS WHEN I FELT LIKE IT. YOU MIGHT NOTICE THAT IT DOESN'T LEAD ANYWHERE, OR LEADS IN WEIRD PLACES. THAT'S BECAUSE IT WAS USUALLY VERY LATE, AND I NEVER EXPECTED THE STORY TO GET SO LONG. THE MORAL IS YOU CAN EAT MY ASS IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT. ALSO, I RECENTLY READ OVER SOME OF THE STUFF, AND I THINK"WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING?". WHATEVER. I WAS A WEE LAD I was thinking about religion today. Mostly the bible. I dohn't know. It all just seems too convenient to me. God set out to create a perfect race, and we're the result. Wow. The only species that ever was capable of writing a bible and dubbing themselves to be created in God's figure. What a coincidence. You ever notice how everything is about only the people? A mother deer walks out into the clearing. It cautiously looks around, assuring and reassuring herself that everything is all right. She puts her trust into the surroundings for ten feet more and looks around. Nothing. She silently signals that everything is O.K. Wait! A twig snaps! Her head shoots up alertly. She stands still. Time stands still for her. She stays motionless for what seems like an eternity. A hedgehog lazily sloths its way out of the brush. Everything is all right. A baby deer clumsily walks out. The mother and daughter lower their heads to the babbling brook, and let their lips ever-so-slightly touch the cool, clear water. Elsewhere, God's "perfect race" has pissed Him off. So, a rain comes. It burns all life. The baby deer cries to its mother, but all she can do is cry back. Pain, suffering, yada yada, they drown. Am I really to believe that God would do that to every organism on earth because the million or so in our race upset him? "He might have been mad at everything else for not praying", my intelligent friend argued. What?!? It's a deer! For God's sake! You saw how long the damn thing took to get a drink of water! If a deer had to alot time in its life to think about how things are, wow...I can't even imagine. Some kind of existentialist deer. That bitch would be sitting somewhere in a field, when Kablow!! A hunter snipes off its head! Ponder that, bitch! Anyway, our author- we'll call him Oog from this point on- seems to have missed a couple of details. Oog may have been top of his class in creative writing, but...Hold on. I just realized how good he was, if this Oog exists. He not only has had millions of people enjoying his book every year for the past 2000 years, but worshipping its contents! I kind of don't understand the whole heaven/hell decision. Those commandments? Holy shit! No stealing? Lying?? There are only aborted fetuses and babies who have not stolen or lied yet in heaven. Ooh- theres another one for you, Oog. Only commandments about problems in society at your time. Nothing against a single man raping a woman or a man raping his wife? Brown-nosing? No "Thou shalt not create a computer scandal to sell hundreds of shelters and employ thousands of Star Trek nerds as computer consultants"? Maybe "Thou shalt not clone"? I notice the foresight is much more human than all-knowing. Back to the heaven/hell thing. You can get into heaven as long as you confess to your sins? Yay. Hitler's probably in heaven.I wonder if there's a heaven for people in heaven. Maybe a huge cycle that gets better and batter. Maybe this is heaven. That's how I feel about my life right now. I wonder if I'll always be able to say that. **Right here, I started rambling. I didn't know that I was going to continue the story, and I was tired, so I talk about nothing at all. That part has been cut out for your convenience. The story will continue when I have time to put the next day's entry in. |
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