II. Kohler
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Because they have not been discovered. They have not been proven.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
The sun was once thought to be a god in a chariot of fire, but we have proven the sun to be plasma, its movement to be the result of gravity. To the people of old, to prove the sun's true nature was impossible. The same sort of fools believe that we cannot prove the origins of the universe. The origins of human consciousness.
The world is full of fools, blinded by illusions. Blinded by emotions. In desperate need to fill voids, they weave fairytales and silence any who challenge their fallacies. The fairytales are taboo. They live their lives according to fantasy.
The world refuses to see reality.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
That will not save a boy in suffering? The suffering is only alleviated by earthly medicine and those with 'faith' turn blind eyes to its effects, saying it is god. Saying that its inherent fallacies are the result of divine intervention.
Would a divine spirit really make something half effective if it had any compassion? If this is really 'god', he is a tyrant.
If medicine is the hand of God, let science be proclaimed the new God. Let there be light.
Let there be light. Let there be illumination.
Illuminati.
What fool resurrects a dead legend, fabricates its existence, and plays its terrorism to the masses as a puppet show? What fool makes a puppet of the masses, dangling them in front of a shadowy stage and saying 'look only at our story'? 'Look at who is bad?'
A smart fool. A damned smart fool. For people are prone to hysteria. For people believe what they see and weave mystical fairy-tales about its occurrence. Humans inherently want to understand. Humans turn their back on the only true understanding there is.
Humans refuse to see reality. Reality is cold. Reality is not benevolent. Reality does not see that justice is distributed to the righteous.
Reality does not care for a suffering little boy. Reality does not care for a suffering man. Only concrete reality manipulated to take a course—medicine in a bloodstream, cells and compounds, protons, ions—will change an effect. The effect is only determined 'good' or 'bad' by the epiphenomenon of human consciousness.
I wish that I could believe in miracles.
The Church is in its last days. How pathetic is a church that must weave an illusion show, fabricate a huge lie, just to keep the faith? Just to undermine science? In the childish way of storytelling that marks bad guys as 'evil' and good guys as 'pure' with no gray area… Yes, that is the way that he must communicate to the masses. The ignorant masses. The masses looking for answers.
It is such a black-and-white picture. People are so very simple.
This is my last night alive, though when I die it will matter nothing to me. If in death my questions be answered, so be it. Though I do not expect anything. The dead care nothing.
And if I truly be hell-bound for refusing to blind myself with faith to the discoveries of the real world, let me fall into hell with eyes unclouded.
Yes, I was crippled because there was not enough faith. There was not enough faith in reality.
Religion is opiate: let it be so. Let the masses drug themselves into illusions of benevolent spirits and angels. Let the masses see demons in those who stand on reason.
Let the masses call 'demon' at those who stand by the truth. Let the masses call 'demon' at those who shatter illusions.
Illusions truly harm. Faith in illusions has paralyzed me.
But illusions do help. Benevolence, kindness toward fellow man, are these so bad? No. But are humans so fragile as to need religion to tell them to be this way?
Humans want answers. The playtime is over. The answers given are becoming less and less fantastic.
And I offer myself as a martyr of truth, walking myself to the stake to challenge the executioner. We will go down together.
God damn it, even if I don't walk, I'll go down standing. I will go down standing.
The helicopter is approaching the Vatican. Lights, hysterical crowds, screaming. Media vultures. Disgusting.
The irony that I will find peace at last in a church, of all places. The very church that has rendered my life a hell. The blind faith preached by this institution has forbidden search for truth in anything not mandated.
The church is so weak that they must forbid questioning, for any questioning will prove them wrong. Can the masses not see this? Can the masses not see that they are being played as fools? Can they not see the madness of the Inquisition? The smear campaigns against science, the fear? Is this an attempt to restart the Inquisition? Ah, yes, history does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.
Let us revel in the tragic refrain. Let there be dark.
Science is the church's ultimate enemy, for the truth will rob the church of its power.
The church is lies.
The only sin in this world is turning one's back on reason. The Vatican is sin.
And the church will lead the sheep into the valley of the shadow of death, for they are all walking blind. They will all fall in this sin. And yet I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for my reason art with me.
The helicopter is landing.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Only because they have not been proven.
My only regret is that I will not remain alive long enough to see all of the lies proven for what they are.
Let there be light.