Gather around, all you clowns. I have
something to say.
I’ve been watching the state of your world,
and I am not happy. No, I am not happy at all.
Accordingly, I have chosen to assume
control. As of this moment, I am in
charge.
From this day henceforth, therefore, you will no longer call me Bill the Butcher. Instead, you will all address me by the title of His Holeyness Pope Billzebub I. And Pope Billzebub I has these things for you to hear:
First, your church, temple, or other place
of worship or contemplation is right
where you are now, and does not require any physical structure or
construction. Indeed, in case you believe in an omnipresent and/or omniscient
deity (the two terms are actually mutually exclusive, but let’s not go into
that now), a physical place of worship is an insult to the very concept.
Secondly, that this church, temple or other
place of contemplation being housed in your own mind, and lacking any kind of
physical infrastructure, you do not
have to make any monetary or other material donations of any kind to its
upkeep. You do not have to pay for
prayers to be said.
Thirdly, there are no prayers to be said. In fact, if you choose to believe in a
supreme deity, prayers are blasphemous, because they posit that human demands
for favours should be given priority over said deity’s master plan. And if said
deity has no master plan, it is no deity at all.
Fourth, since prayers are blasphemous
and/or ineffective, the purpose of the place of contemplation in your mind is
the pursuit of truth, such as it can be
defined, and the shedding of illusions.
There is no higher purpose than that, nor can there ever be.
The only
known Ultimate Truth is this: The Universe shall burn out and die; all
accomplishments, all endeavour, shall ultimately perish in the cold of eternal
night.
As a logical consequence, then, all religious
and political disagreements are futile and useless; and all discrimination
against anyone, be it on racial or sexual or any other grounds whatsoever, is to be shunned forevermore (which
term, of course, means “till the end of time and space”).
The planet has been here since long, long
before humans, who are, in essence, no more than ambulatory specks of protoplasm
equipped with the means to manipulate the environment; and the planet will be
here long, long after humans are gone. Therefore, there is nothing at all special about humans, or any reason to believe that
they have the right to “own” the planet. This means that harming or destroying
other species in the name of human welfare, or out of casual cruelty, is not
just contrary to any ethical moral code but has no logical spiritual sanction
whatever.
This also means that there’s nothing
special about any country or nation, and no reason for any country to claim
hegemony over others; and any country exists, compared to the scale of human
history alone, for only a blink of time. Therefore, any country which claims
that it is the “greatest” or “tallest” or the “indispensable nation” is merely
ridiculous, and worthy of nothing but abysmal contempt.
Then, you do not require belief in any deity or other spiritual being to be a good
person. Indeed, to be a good person all you require is a sense of right and
wrong, and exercising that sense in the absence of belief in a higher being is
a greater mark of goodness than
exercising it in the fear of divine punishment. Therefore, hatred for atheists or agnostics is illogical.
Since you do not require belief in a deity to be good, you do not require to take it on faith that it exists. Indeed, faith is not the basis of thought. Faith negates thought. Faith is the enemy of your status as a reasoning animal. Throw away faith. Learn to think.
And last but not least: rich or poor, black or
white, fat or thin, healthy or diseased, we all have one thing in common: we
will die. So, use the time you have productively, for there’s too little to
waste on hate and vengeance, let alone on squabbling over whose flag is spanglier or whose testicles larger.
The Pope Billzebub I has spoken.
Yes, your holeyness. By the way, your stockings need darning.
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