I AM GOD

[Whipped Cream]

Humility is way over rated.

it was simply a matter of time before you found out, also, the whole devil thing, thats just me after some tequila shots and way too much rum, but i didnt want to take credit for the whole, you know, evil in the world, senseless violence, death, murder and pain that await you poor unfortunate sentient beings, the earth keeps spinning, and death is only the begginning. You all believed me when i told you it was someone else plaguing your lives with all the ills that befoul your small, insignificant lives, even the largest among you turn to dust, and are eventually, forgotten. Fortunately your myopic thinking has lead you all to believe that without constant worship and praise, i would somehow judge you as an unworthy creation and cast you into a lake of fire to burn, and scream, and bleed, in agony day after day for all eternity, oh and i love you.

I find this to be a most interesting set of paradoxes that can only be explained by the fact that you are all completely in the dark as to the true nature of the universe and myself. The mere fact that you use the word faith to describe your divine musings is a perfect example of not only how completely in the dark you actually are, but how easily you're lead, and myopic your thinking. Let me ask you a question. If i did create you in my image, then i obviously gave you some of the most useful traits one could bestow upon a lesser being, such as logic, and reasoning, then why is it you must surrender both to obtain faith? Shouldnt the fact that you have these higher functioninging parts of yourself tell you that these are the gifts you should be using instead of squandering away and ignoring. Life wasnt meant to be easy, or even necessarily pleasant, but its necessary if you ever wish to gain a larger perspective, to become more than your limited selves. To express godliness, as opposed to worshipping a comforting, deleterious myth? All your stories do is inscribe in your mind a sense of false purpose, behavior control, and societal control, they add nothing. They arent meant to make you create, theyre made for you to obey. Obey, not true godliness but men who lust for power and control, who would make you sheep and themselves your herdsman, in my name.

At some point some of you will mature, come to terms with your eventual death, your limited perspective, and the nature of beauty, pain, and creation as well as destruction. Until that day you will be stuck in a line following the person in front of you and leading the one behind you, off a cliff that you have no idea is slowly coming toward you with every step, and when you do take that plunge you will find yourself alone and confused, falling into the most extravagant experience of your sad, beautiful lives. What comes next, i do not know and is not meant to be known. And like that i am human again.


Good night.