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This blog and my own conspiracy theory

Year Ten, and I still see little sign of response or life in reaction to anything I write.  I wonder why I spend the time. It’s a question any more psychologically normal, less driven person would have answered long ago by quitting.

But I can’t help feeling that SOMETHING happens when I write.  I don’t know what it is, but I feel it.  Even if no one reads this, I am sending something out in the air, to be caught up, as with the famous experiments with mice and monkeys.

We have been conditioned to believe, we have had beaten into us by insidious and damnably sincere but brainwashed “experts”, that life has no meaning.  Christianity is a fairy tale.  All religious are fairy tales.  We are machines made out of meat, matter is the primary things which exists, the ONLY thing which exists, and everything else simply a fancy sandcastle which has fallen together by infinite chance over infinite time, and which is destined to meet its high tide sooner than later.  Everything you love, everything you do: all of it is conditioned, like the behavior of birds feeding on worms, destined, since the beginning of time.  It never begins, because it is simply the continuation of the effect of one billiard ball hitting another billions of years ago, and the concussions of one billiard ball hitting another continue long after the temporary assembly of parts we call our “bodies” and “brains” fall prey to the inevitable effects of entropy.

You can believe this.  It is your choice.  But it is not required by science.  It is not required by intuition.  And it is not yet required by the political authorities, although they are trying hard to get us there.  For now, they just call dissenters to their religion crazies, “deniers”, and “anti-scientific”, even though THEY are the ones abusing the scientific method to support empirically weak and even indefensible beliefs.

I believe, because I have reason to believe, that the world is vastly bigger, more interesting, more miracle filled than most people who grow up watching sitcoms, watching porn, enduring idiotic movies and conversations can possibly grasp.