Prayer… panacea for some, placebo to others. I thought of it as an epidural administered through the soul to anesthetize the mind.
I had to wonder what sadistic pleasure and entertainment human suffering must provide to the divine game players who decided the fate of their pawns in a board game they made of life.
Somewhere out there, a higher form of sadism, won the first round. Well, screw that. I'm not ready to be pwned.
No... we're not playing God. We're only attempting to set things right.
It's amazing how once the mind is free of emotional pollution, logic and clarity emerge.
Yet, it's our emotions and imperfections that makes us human.
Bad things happen to good people: The Jesus Christ Syndrome, I labeled it.
Emotions are like a virus, a common cold, disrupting the flow of logic in people's minds.
What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?
Emotions - Happiness, anger, jealousy... is the mind experiencing "presence" in our holographic existence.
