Lulled by stupefying illusions, my world was asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours from surrounding absolutism. It was an irrational universe, an absurdism. My parents were not interested in justice, they were interested in peace and quiet. For them all was academicism, with some nuances of accidentalism. They believed in something, and not lived it, a kind of acosmism, with naked adamitism for religious reasons.
How is it possible that our parents lied so much? Let’s see: “Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, umm … God. You’re the prettiest kid in school. This wont hurt a bit. Your face will freeze like that…” and the biggest one: “Everything’s going to be alright.” All this adevism, this naked adoptionism, the underhanded and perverted animism, damage the children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair … A lot of their stories were highly suspicious, in my opinion. There was the one that ended when the two good children pushed the wicked witch into her own oven … Stories like this stopped people thinking properly, I was sure. I’d heard that one and thought, Excuse me? No one has an oven big enough to get a whole person in. Believing the unbelievable … Come on! This anthropomorphism, with our big brains, our tiny hearts, I doubted and overthought and hesitated, I measured the oven, and my theological indifference became adiaphorism, my moral principles turned to aestheticism, my love into agapism. Their belief in the ultimate triumph of good despite evil means, their agathism, their annihilationism, tanned my soul with agnosticism, my heart with anthropotheism. The real question of life after death isn’t whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves.
I worshiped G. Carlin. “Religion: If this word offends you, welcome to the world of sane and realistic critical thought. More harm has been done to the collective human psyche by religion than by all the fucking and cocksucking since the dawn of time. By the way, many religious people (including the ordained) fuck and suck each other’s cocks all the time”… Back to myself, so far, about morals, I know only today that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. I don’t have any beliefs or allegiances. I don’t believe in countries, I don’t believe in religion, or a god, and I don’t believe in all these man-made institutional ideas. Don’t ever call me mad. I’m not mad. I’m just … well, differently moraled, that’s all. You could call it antinomianism, but for me is more anarchism with a layer of asceticism. Still, I don’t believe in apocalypticism, neither in autotheism, but is clear to me that there is no salvation, not even autosoterism. It’s also clear to me that the two big mistakes were the belief in a sky god -that there’s a man in the sky with 10 things he doesn’t want you to do and you’ll burn for a long time if you do them- and private property, which I think are at the core of our failure as a species. That’s atheism. That’s aspheterism. That’s today’s me. That’s the source of my indignation, my dissatisfaction, however it comes out from time to time. I feel betrayed by the people I’m part of, these creatures, these magnificent creatures.
In fact, may the forces of evil become confused on the way to my house, I believe in no isms.
A -isms – Dugutigui