I'm sorry that Spiderman had to close down the popular religious thread. Yes, I know it was getting out of hand. I will, by all means, try to contain myself. Some people had questions, and, having starting my massacre against humanity, I shall do justice to these people who, at least, are inquiring. First, I would like to say, or rather, admit, that my "opinion" is rather grim and spiritually destructive, glooming to the heart, and disgusting to the mind...but I wonder: we have certainly found our joys and pleasures for today, we have our "bad values," and our "morals," we have behind us a trail of little "truths" that follow us wherever we go. Today it is religion and a war, perhaps, and tomorrow, it will be something completely different. Yesterday never was as today, and tomorrow will reflect today not at all. We have, as "rational" beings, to examine our "problems" not just in the realm of the this and now, but we have to evaluate our judgments based on what has existed in the past, as well as what will become in the future. Let us examine "ethical" values, for example, and let us examine the moral question concerning abortion. By all means, abortion is an "issue." If we are to view it with such a limited, restricted, fearing and obscuring point of view, indeed it is a dilemma. But let us look at yesterday, for a second - was abortion a problem? No, it was not. The human, on the exterior, evolves. Our technology and innovations are speedy critters...it is never the same at any given moment. We ask: why must there be a certain moral judgment that strives to cover all moments? And how could it be, that a part of humanity evolves, while the other we try to restrain from evolving? We look at mankind from a distance and we say to ourselves: could it be? Could this be it? This is the "rational animal," the "social animal," the "happiness-wanting animal?" We observe and we see neither rationality, sociability, nor happiness. Yes, we see such qualities only when we are willing to confront ourselves in the truest of mirrors, and see that much irrationality, unsociability, and unhappiness has been caused in order to bring the momentary happiness and pleasure that one tries to marvel in. All of you, in your heart of hearts, do you not see the world as a sad, pitiful, tragic place? Do you not see the pain and misery? If you look only around you, you might not see it, but I ask you to look ahead of you and behind you, above you if you can...is it not desperate and dark? And from there on we can murder ourselves, stab ourselves with the sharpest of knives, by asking...how does it come about that we choose what we choose? Oh, look...he has an opinion. He, over there, has an opinion as well. You, have an opinion. She, sitting right there, has an opinion. And all of them are opposing opinions. We bribe ourselves, deceive ourselves, by pretending that these opinions are "little truths," our little "absolutes," our "undoubts" and "therefores." We see sadness, we feel sad...and we want a friend. God, be my friend. Government, be my leader. Anything! A value! A rule! A moral! Love! Anything, simply to turn away impatiently, and never look again to the sadness, to escape and forget, never to remember again. And then I come marching in... I come marching with the feeling itself, completely unaltered, completely true, the same feeling that you all have felt... ...and what, how foolish would one be to not expect an outrage, or disagreement! How hard is it, really, to comfort the question rather than accept the answer? God. A friend. How beautiful. How calming, truly, such a concept is. All it takes for me is to cry, to pity myself, in order to slowly begin to accept this God. Slowly. And thereafter, I can move on to live my "life," completely blinded, and blinded myself to be percise. Why...would I even have to care at that point? And how much of a peace of mind I can feel immediately... But I still ask before I enter the dwelling: what am I feeling initially, faith or pain? The answer is always pain...and the truth is, only from pain can one submit to faith. Then the pain disappears, making one think that it was a "God" or a "friend" or a "savior" that had "comforted" him, when it is simply the belief, the placebo thereof, merely like a medicine, an illusionary one as well, that had done such a thing... And there is nothing...nothing bad about it! Nothing at all. But when man invented "morals" based on this illusion, this enigmatic friend, he forgot that it is nothing more than that: an illusion. What? You tell me you've heard the voice of God? Sincerely, ask yourself, "did I really hear the voice of God, is it an actual voice." Sincerely ask, sincerely. Social values? Based on what? An illusion? How valuable are they? And this is not the core of the problem: the core is that these values have never worked. A mere moment of observation to the world would justify this. When did rationality work, and what has it brought us? You have to question, even if jokingly, if man is really evolving and becoming, or is he simply unbecoming... Five of my relatives died in the Desert Storm; two others died because of the lack of medical supplies due to the sanctions; my dad, at the moment, is in Iraq, along with hundreds and hundreds of people that I love... ...but is it just me taking it "personally?" We have to ask... ...no, it is not. "Man - a rational animal." "Man - a social animal." "Man - happiness-wanting." When does one simply turn away impatiently from such dogmas and start looking at the major problem: The illusions? You simply want a belief. Any belief. Whatever it is, as long as it is a belief. You would become mad, you would not tolerate your mind, if you had not a belief. You would have to think as well, not of illusions, but of things over and beyond the this and now, things that originates with humanity, things that will end humanity. Who dares knock on such a door? Who dares even think it, or even look at the idea as nothing more than fragments of a deteriorating mind, like my mind, the one that denigrates by the moment... I said it before, and I'll say it again: what will happen if we all cared? Did I offend anyone? I meant to. To show you something: look at me, with my pitiful words, words that have no value whatsoever, and one is offended by them, by such valueless creatures? How pitiful. Notice yourselves, you whom I offended. Who is taking it seriously here? Who was offended at all? The advice was given to me, to "not take things seriously," to treat it all as a "joke," yet I say: look at yourselves! You, the advice givers! You, the wise men and women! Indeed, who is the serious one! I have no shame, not shame at all, to say that what Gizmo last said in that thread was almost all true. I am shunned by society. I am the reject, yes. My own relatives, having observed my “beliefs,” have decided that I am unworthy of many things. Friends upon friends I have lost. I am, by all means, isolated. But, I have isolated myself, it first began when I decided to ask the first question, and be bothered to reach an answer… I am mentally isolated. But in that I have found my purest of joys. Painful joy, but joy nevertheless… Who am I? No one, but a spirit trying…a spirit that does not like answers, does not even like the questions, for it has deep and hating suspicion towards those questions, towards those things that force us to come up with an answer. Do not answer me with "freedom," but ask, "when was freedom lost." Do not answer me with "liberty," but ask, "when was liberty lost." Do not asnwer me with values," but ask, "when did we need the values." Do not answer me with God, but ask, "why." Do not answer. Just ask. And then ask the question itself... And I all demand from you who are slightly willing to maybe try to even if teasingly to see if I make sense or no sense is to question yourselves, and when you attempt to answer, do not cower to the answer that revolves around the this and now... School tommorow I have, and to sleep I must go... Hate me if you like, but know that "hate" does not exist in my dictionary, and I might not understand such nonsense. I have no dictionary. You people have long forgotten the term "question." Did anyone dare ask me why I say the things I say? No. Not even my friends, here, have done that...no one, at all, asked where from comes this determination, this gloom, ghostly suspicion. But all can judge. I tell you that your judgement is wrong. I tell you why. But all you can tell me, in return, is a chain of words that defends further, but asks not at all. You are that contented with your answers! Bless you!