What I've never quite gotten is the human propensity to glorify man. If you watch
Yaweh Bin Yaweh's show you get it. It's a simple matter of hierarchy. A top man
is really his underlings. They don't believe he's as great as they claim. But it
affords them perks in the organization so they propagate the myth. But what is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo funny is not that any of these messiah's can play a lovely melody or know a harmonic note from a stick breaking or know any sort of poetry that gives the soul good vibration. All we have are images of oilly men in eastern garb, quite undelightful at that. And they have thousands of followers. Get it, this is Pre-K civilization. I am either here on punishment, or on vacation. Because it's becoming ridiculous, and to think that our illustrious director and/or his aides find this matter whimisical, funny, but not serious enough to pause. After all, what
would they do in that pause but acknowledge a wrong investment in the realm of
thought. So the conspiracy is set, I assure you. Knowing that I will not continue this rant forever, the status quo is going to go on... with subtle acknowledgements here and again of "perhaps a more precise reality." Then, I shall be a millionaire upon this earth, selling books to describe this humor. This world is ruled by the darkest humors I have ever witnessed. I just am in awe. People go into a temple, eat a wafer that is supposed to be the body of an old friend, then drink his blood. Just what kind of fucking vampire shit is this! Don't contextualize nothing, sir, this is sick!!!!!
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