“If we were made in his image, then call us by our names. Most intellects do not believe in God, but they fear us just the same.” That translates simply, straightforwardly suggesting that atheists are afraid of God-fearing goons even if they ain’t giving God glory. Additionally, the lyrics call for every everyday Earthling to religiously refer to themselves as God’s children, or even gods—as they’re linked to God’s long lineage. Affirmations are a powerful pick-me-up and magnificent motivator when the whole wide world is war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, and worsening. But nonsensical niggas and nondescript nitwits, numbskulls, and nincompoops are not gods! And if they grew from God’s giant, galactic gonads, is him disappearing and disowning the disgraceful creatures disrespectful? How much help should humanity—a supposedly smart species with allegedly advanced technology—need from an alienating alien aide who definitely designed them to live and learn on their own? Are we born to die? Were we created to create? What if God was created to create, then had to elevate and evolve itself, and later hand-crafted humanity in hopes that one day some super smart shining savior may faithfully follow its futuristic framework? There’s not a dollop of doubt in my mighty mind that I’m traversing uncharted territory, both spiritually and per physics. I’m ordinarily the odd man out on purpose, because severely stupid people exist everywhere and they traditionally practice performing and pretending to help hide it, so I can’t relate to petty, puerile, pathetic people feeling left out of something that they don’t deserve to benefit from, haven’t helped in, and didn’t work for. However, at least you’re alive and able to experience the longitudinal leaps, big bangs, and broken boundaries that I’m making for mankind. Well, it’s mostly for me, honestly. Because I love me and I love living. Which queues the query, how many mindless motherfuckers does it take to traditionalize the terrible thing that takes life away? Who actually aspires to die one day, then feels free and fulfilled after their feelings flee them? Death is the destruction or dissolution of the freedom to feel, so what do people expect to experience in the ending of existence? Personally, death doesn’t appeal to me—I ain’t attracted to the thought of losing life. Y’all, I eventually enjoy evaluating even my encounters with endlessly evil entities, as life lessons can be learned from absolutely anything. The thought that terrible things “don’t happen to you, they happen for you,” is a supportive statement shared during tough times and is meant to make downtrodden, dejected, and defeated people “look on the bright side.” But when death “happens to you,” what point does a supportive statement serve? Whether you’re simply saying something to stop silence or meaning to motivate with appropriate affirmations and supportive sayings, where’s the solution to stupidity in simply saying something? Steadily succumbing to simple and silly shit, for a supposedly smart species, is stupid! I mean, everyday Earthlings die because stress is societally accepted, diabetes is delicious, violence is venting, sex sells, drugs distract, alcohol alleviates pain, etc. Speaking of stupidity and deadly sins, hostility toward and hatred for homosexuality has always been hypocritical for Christians. Do you know why? It’s because King James (of the King James Bible), Leonardo da Vinci (who painted the Last Supper), and Michelangelo (who painted pieces in the Sistine Chapel) are historically held to have had regular, repetitive relations with the same sex. Of course, sexual orientation wasn’t a thing then. But what about the observance of ridiculous religious beliefs and ordinary offense from only observing healthy human habits like love? How important is history anyway? Either way, if you gon’ hate humanity for having hard-ons for humanity, don’t half-ass it, just reject religion and be an equal opportunity objector of freedom. Because again, religion restricts where atheism allows any belief—but a belief in God. Do you want my advice? Avoid asking for advice, stop seeking saviors for simple stuff, and always believe in yourself. Because what if I believe in my ability to create change so much, that my mighty mind is altering reality? Really quick, I don’t know if I told this story before, but about twelve years ago, I was watching “106 and Park.” And there was this beautiful black chick with silver hair sitting in the audience. Needless to say, the silver stood out in a crowd of common colors. I couldn’t get a good glimpse of the gorgeous girl, but she was so stunning that I wanted to see more, so I paused the playback and proceeded to Google, “beautiful black girl with silver hair.” I know, that’s goofy as hell. And the results revealed nothing. I searched for a few minutes before I said fuck it and changed course. I came back later to watch the rest, and after a commercial break, the hosts briefly spoke with the striking, silver-haired shorty. She was promoting a web series which would air on YouTube, and without hesitation, I subscribed. Y’all, she ended up dying in that motherfucker by like the third episode, but I kept watching because the cast was mostly women. Would you believe me if I told you that the same spooky shit I’ve written about—allusive attacks and subliminal slights—was happening in that web series? “Billy,” your God is doing it to you! For example, I walk five miles a day, six days a week. Additionally, I indulge in Popeye’s chicken on occasion. Coincidence or conspiracy? It seems simple, but that’s the type of stuff y’all God does. Why? Who knows? But soon…
Omniscience