Earlier in my group today I got onto the discussion of "the matter of existance". I'm posting this blog to share my ideas with people who are not in my group but are intrested in the idea of probing this question, please feel free to endulge me with your ideas, i'm always intrested on seeing a different view of existance. Fell free to joing my group if this inspires you to question more.







Well, this problem is an unanswerable question of existance, but it is always fun to… Continue

Russell's teapot, sometimes called the Celestial Teapot, was an analogy first coined by the philosopher Bertrand Russell (1872–1970), intended to refute the idea that the burden of proof lies upon the sceptic to disprove unfalsifiable claims of religions. In an article entitled "Is There a God?"[1] commissioned (but never published) by Illustrated magazine in 1952, Russell wrote:[2]



If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun… Continue

There is far more to this world than taught in our schools, shown in the media, or proclaimed by the church and state. Most of mankind lives in a hypnotic trance, taking to be reality, what is instead, a twisted simulacrum.

A collective dream in which values are inverted, lies are taken as truth, and tyranny is accepted as security. They enjoy their ignorance and cling tightly to the misery that gives them identity.



Fortunately, some are born with spiritual immune systems that… Continue

Again, I set a new mind in hand, sculptured like a work of art that I purposely destroy with pride. The Conquered jestures I portray and entone are that of your amnisty. The truth that lies before me steals the idea of existance and anima, yet my gnostic look upon life is that of an inward disapline that ends all joys of suprise. A conjured Primises of embeselment allows me the enjoyment of self-reprisel and a non-judgemental consious. Ha, the words I speak are not even interpreted correctly,… Continue

Nights are long and I'm tired. I have things to do, yet there is nothing. Were has my dreams gone? Sleepless and spitefull to the undeserving. Where did I go wrong? The reflection I seek is now lost in his own world, not looking to be found.



Questions, yet no answers.



"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I've killed a man, myself....and yet I feel no remorse. Am I wrong for felling like this?"



To repeat my same story over and over again never to be heard.… Continue