I DON`T BELIEVE IN GOD OR ANY OTHER SPIRITUAL ENTITY. I ONLY BELIEVE IN LIFE.
I DON`T BELIEVE IN AN “AFTER LIFE” OR A “BEFORE LIFE”. I ONLY BELIEVE IN THE NEVER-ENDING RECYCLING PROCESS OF THE LIVING IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN LIFE.
The only influence through our lives is death, the fear of it, or more accurately, the fear of non-existence. People seek refuge in the belief of heaven and hell and to most even the possibilty of going to hell itself is more palatable than simply ceasing to exist.
We spurn the thoughts that one day our bodies will rot – whilst in fact that process began the instant it was conceived - and that “we” are simply passing through existence endlessly. Why is it so hard to accept that we are just another link in the food chain necessary to maintain life, just as the apple we had for pudding?!
There are 3 natural urges that I know of: to eat, to sleep and to fuck/procreate. I think this is the first thing advertising people are being taught – almost like a well known secret, but one which needs to be kept out of our conscience. They take these urges individually or in combination and they exploit them in order to distract you and you know it because you are still paying for that new flatscreen television, the mortgage on your house, the kids school fees….
I would say that actually advertising people are here to preserve “sanity” and “order” as is the church, selling you a ticket to heaven in exchange for your obedience to some rules, of which most are common sense. But then they spoil it for me with “believe and don`t research!”,”happy is the ignorant” and the notion that some mysteries are there for you to discover only after you’re dead! Yeah, cheers!
There are two sacred objects people think will bring them immortality – money and celebrity – and their lives are largely spent in a quest to obtain them.
(Par example: how many times do you look at some band in a magazine and want to be just like them? You want to be like them because they are presented as beautiful, young, sexy, cool, rich…. almost like some deity – ever young and ever alive!)
Hello. My name is Veronica. I`m twenty-three years old and I`m afraid of dying. Why am I writing? Because just like every one of you I must preserve myself. I simply don`t want to “live” without a trace…