/lit/ - Literature

New Atheists and other evils are just as spiritual as some Theists, they conduct rituals and practice magic; blood sacrifices to a God or Godhead, casting invisibility, and such (I even imagine they dabble in the 'erb), but by way of things that they have worded, and evolved, to be logical; such as by 'telling a joke', or 'group laughter' (where one on the receiving end of the joke is sacrificed). It's a sick ritual that corporations, the state and Academia have us involved in, and they are supported by the New Atheist movement---they cast invisibility upon their overlords, they sacrifice the intelligent to boost their own and Godheads will. And so, their sources of knowledge are prior magic practices, or ritualistic behaviour, worshipped by, New Atheists and other evils, as logic, in effort to pervert the course of justice.

HMMM HAH HAH

(HMMM) "We're going to mars!" (HAH HAH)

New Atheists and other evils are just as spiritual as some Theists, they conduct rituals and practice magic; blood sacrifices to a God or Godhead, casting invisibility, and such (I even imagine they dabble in the 'erb), but by way of things that they have worded, and evolved, to be logical; such as by 'telling a joke', or 'group laughter' (where one on the receiving end of the joke is sacrificed). It's a sick ritual that corporations, the state and Academia have us involved in, and they are supported by the New Atheist movement---they cast invisibility upon their overlords, they sacrifice the intelligent to boost their own and Godheads will. And so, their sources of knowledge are prior magic practices, or ritualistic behaviour, worshipped by, New Atheists and other evils, as logic, in effort to pervert the course of justice.

>>6687589
>>6687581
What did you think of the story so far?

God.

Nonsense that's so nonsensical it branches off into various groups of nonsense, all kneeling for the same nonsense, and none of them can make sense of the nonsense.

What I'm implying is, what's the difference between these groups of Christianity? In a 'true' sense ("his aim was true") - none of them have proven God exists, they're still taking baby steps. It's purely God-exclusive then? Stupidity within stupidity?

Don't come at me with loads of tradition bullshit. I don't care what they believe. From a hypothetical third party, what, the fuck, are they?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aBUfpnE86U

-the only metal i like

>>6687130
I quoted that from someone else.

>>6687115
Quite humorous is the fact that Odin is himself a manifestation of the trickster and the fool, the omni mythological and cultural figure whom dances the blurry line between the moral and the immoral, the civilised and the uncivilised, and casts a ridiculous mirror image of society back upon itself. A trait that the vanity of man has reduced and denied in the latest generations, but is in my eyes a still very important aspect of humanity: Laughter, ridicule and the tongue in cheek comedy that bursts the bubble of pomposity and self importance.

The champion of the loner and artist whom mocks society, because it should be mocked and offended.

>>6687108
How dare you deface a drawing of Odin. Expect death, soon.

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>>6686319
Just to make it a bit more /lit/ related so I get some replies...

You CANT PROVE GOD EXISTS
FIL-OS-SOPHIE

>>6669923
How should we live is a better question, and the most important question of science is "What can we do to live better?"

>>6685259
Two wrongs don't make a right!

Good, is.

You get hot-headed and you think it's the end, and in this moment you look at the blurred colors and forms, and within them are what seem like real beings, hidden at the depths of reality, a bunch for each shade and tone, completely eluding the original - they come to life at the peak of motion, glitching - bold among the blurriness.

This moment seems more real than fake, but completely imaginary. It takes your mind off of the pains staring at them but you feel as if you are going to cry.

In the space of a few seconds you are overtaken by imagery, and overrun by color and shades. You descend into a wild pandemonium of cartoon beings that cyclone around your body, enhanced graphics bite or try to grab you as you float past; the dream is of the kind where it feels as if it is going to be permanent. Your descent comes to halt when you meet a ground level, hard to touch.

You are led on your stomach with your eyes shut as the pain bellows into your mind, haunting you. You cough, and what comes up after is water, you can taste it; and immediately the pain resides. You open your eyes to what feels like being born again, to find that you are out of the water, in a new land. You get up to your feet, examining the wet you've dribbled on your shirt. You look around, it's midday, and in front of you notice an old statue of yourself set on circular stonework, outside of a sky-scraping black temple that's welcoming you with two huge open doors.

You walk up to the temple across a chiseled stone path etched with ancient writing, and dotted with dead trees. You shimmy past the statue, and peer through the open doors at a sermon you notice taking place at the other end. Torches burn vividly all around the archaic interior, all within are lit up with a red hue. The people look heated, with impure eyes, watching a priest in black clothes and a metal mask as he addresses them; he seems to be made of pure metal, which you judge by his metal arms. He speaks verses from a red-backed holy book that's written in a language you do not know, making heartfelt gestures and referring to acts of courage and of wisdom.

The crowd are left in awe after his performance, he is truly a father figure to them at the end of the speech. When he leaves his devotees, he walks toward you along the black marble floor, adjusting gloves on his hands as the scene starts to burn in your peripheral, taking you to a new scene, this one with the same man, but walking on a natural rock formation surrounded by raging fires - his mask torched and rusted, his cape fleeting at the back of his feet.

A story of valiant hearts and dying light...

You are in a dream that you are fully aware of, and in which Godly powers are bestowed upon you. You're bringing into existence beings, landscapes and worlds, at the simplest thought. In a powerful state of mind, you continue to create things, when out of the nothingness comes a flush of blue tipped with enhanced golden stars that spin around in a cylindrical manner; they look of wild design but with a humane touch, forming lines, and an optical illusion in the distant center.

As you try to focus on the blurring center, it evades your sights, ebbing left, slightly, and then right, before centering itself. You try harder to concentrate, managing to keep track of it for a few seconds...

You feel an unusual boost in energy doing this, and your eyes blaze up; when you shut them it's as if they are still open staring blankly at red hearts, set on black, that twist and twirl around the expanse, they lead to a center with a different illusion of the optics. You open your eyes to see that you're flying, but before you get a chance to look once over, you crash into something, breaking it, and falling into a dark, endless void.

The infinite nature of such a place frightens you, when suddenly, from the depths of this chasm appears water, and it catches your fall. You go about four body-lengths under, followed by shards of blue that dive into the waters all around you, making cut sounds. Each shard has a unique spherical glow as it enters the waters; when you blink their color transitions into black.

You move your legs about, and try to swim to the surface, but some force is weighing your body down. You struggle, and then start to sink deeper underwater. The surface now barely in sight, you can't see anything bar the last few shards as they shoot down through the aqua; one slows for a second in front of your eyes - you notice that it's light is soft to look at, and then it falls past - slowly fading out of sight.

When you close your eyes, you see that you are in empty space filled with blurred spots of color, and you are met with a marvelous display; all around you are humans, still, but with an ever-changing view. You see acts of death, of battle and many other different horizons, including that of perversity and evil. They seem to be blending with the colors in the background through expression, but you can't understand how.

As you turn left and right frantically, you accidentally gulp a mouth-full of water, and a harsh pain ignites in your heart. Your eyes are wide open, your poise, sundered as you scratch around at your chest area; a few drowned coughs and you cough up blood. Your whole body is now struggling as you distort what appears to be the broken physics, you feel dazed and the space around you seems drunken.

;_)

Self is evil as opposed to the good that is nature.

>>6404437
What about part 3 where they come back as the more heavenly world, but just the Devil and Jester as opposed natural abominations, basically, humane but with realistic animal expressions , colourful, vibrant and in-depth, and that's how they appear. The Devil is more aggressive than the Jester-- and he appears as himself, however, he has white on his face, and transforms into the Jester's childish and playful side which is restricted in the real Jester who is more serious in this episode?

>>6404431
indeed?

>>6404366
sorry for bad copy pasta screw the 'Challenge here part".