Jul 25
2006
Don’t be Scared of Death
I am a pacifist. This means that I proudly will not kill another human being. I am also a quasi-environmentist. This means that I think about earth stewardship in the sense that the earth is something to be enjoyed and not devoured.
People are fascinating. This is mostly in part due to our ability to think, rationalize, philosophize, construct, deconstruct and to devise. The binary poles of political thought (left v. right) each have a perspective of human worth. Each would agrue, albeit in a different fashion than the other, that human’s are worth something.
The right would say the human is worth something as a human. The left would likely say the human is worth something as a person. That is an important distinction. Think about it.
As a human the body is expendable. As a person the body is but a vessel for the mind. To destroy the body is to destroy the mind.
The left has a problem however. If the body is a vessel, and that vessel consumes that which the earth produces then there is limited space for those vessels. The right has a problem as well. The human has a mind and that mind may prevent other humans from being able to live peacably together. As such conflict is inevitable unless those human minds can learn to co-habitate the earth. However, one does not learn peace by living in war.
The solution, as it stands, for the left is to work to gain a peace which would expediate the population problem. For the right the solution is more fighting which perpetuates the problem of conflict.
My solution is to have some cake and then eat it too. With ice cream, some coffee and a cigerette to celebrate the deliciousness of the cake.
I will not kill another person. I will not support other people killing other people. I believe humans are special in some way that animals may not be. I cannot put my finger on what that is exactly, but that is another post on another day.
I will do what I can here at home to try and ensure a rich beautiful planet such as I enjoyed growing up for my heirs. (But not for my kid’s kids, because I don’t believe kids should be having sex.)
I will not fight the notion that there are people who believe that killing another person is ookey-dokey for several reason. First, it is fruitless to try to convince people of that idea. I have never succeeded and a person who likes the idea of war-toys will likely never even consider the alternative.
Second, it is an exercise in futility to try to stop governments from battling other governments. Government exists to protect its people. But governments are war institutions. As such they only have a select number of ideas in their arsenal. War is a fact. Death is unavoidable. Murder is option #1.
Third, if people kill people then there are less people to destroy the planet. And maybe, just maybe, eventually there will be so few people left that those handful can learn to live together.
Death is a part of life. Killing other people does not need to be. But with populations growing too rapidly and technology advancing too hurredly it seems inevitable for a vast number of people to die. Either from over population, starvation, or from war and other human controllable situations.
The neglect will be on my part. War is the wrong answer to all problems. But I am defeated, I will let it happen. I will be a passive supporter. I won’t like it. I won’t do the killing.
So kill all the mother-fucking foreigners. Bomb the hell out of other religions. Don’t be scared of death. Embrace it. Destroy all life on the planet. Bring an end to the misery that keeps rearing its ugly pimple scarred face.
Hell, throw another fetus on the BBQ. We are eating like kings and queens tonite.

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finally. a chance to think again.
this blog has been a venue for my education for quite some time now.
i love your writing.
it comes so naturally and smoothly out of you.
your thoughts are not an illusion, as you say.
they are made from moments of panic while watching the news or walking down Broadway, involving yourself in the beautiful life that you see happening in front of you.
the whole purpose of the experiment is to answer questions for myself so I can stop thinking. Words may come smoothly but that is only after being loosed from my bowels after a number White Russians, some imported beer and way too much scotch.
the goal of life, as I see it, is to stop thinking. almost everyone acheives this.
I think the real sacrifice that Jesus made was not in dieing but in rising again. Death is the goal and I am moving my way slowly toward cemetary real-estate.
Drinking is orgasmic. “Orgasm” is from the latin for mini-death. That is why people are alcoholics and sex starved. Everyone knows that thinking is the way to life. And life is the ultimate sacrifice.
i am not that altruistic.
Oh, and it is nice to hear from you again. Tell me sometime about your trip.
I am oh so jealeous. I would love to visit the mother-land sometime.
Oh Friesland. The land of Menno and my fore-fathers.
why is the goal of life to stop thinking?
I think my world will End when i stop thinking.
but then again, i’m realizing, after many debaucherous nights, that’s it’s maybe a better idea to stop thinking in a way, because that’s perhaps where real conversation begins, where real music happens, where happiness is extrodinarily easy.
I’d rather not give it up though.
What is life made of other than thought? Conversation?
We ought to talk this over my friend.
~k.