God, if s/he/it/whatever exists, has no heart. Woody Allen said it best: “Life’s a bitch — & then you die.” After a lifetime of struggle & strife, we are all cancelled.
Considering the billions of asses who make up what the mid-20th century French philosophers called the hell that is other people, cancelling many of them is a godsend for the rest of us. We wish it would have been done sooner. For those of us who have been aware, sensitive, empathic, & helpful to others in making their trip through this hellhole, which we have created, more joyful & less painful, it’s a major rip-off. After a life of blood, sweat, tears, undelivered promises, &, worst of all, putting up with those billions of heartless bastards, we have the rug pulled out from under us.
The Challenge
We struggle through childhood, schooljails, countless unnecessary irritating rules & regulations to end up in a hole in the ground topped off with a few pretty flowers which begin to rot along with our corpse in a few days. What’s the purpose of it all if generations of our kind spend eons evolving to greater & greater self-awareness, insight, wisdom, & wider perspective only to get shut down & removed?
Realizing this, youth is removing itself from the hopeless scene through slow death from drugs or is doing it quicker with direct suicide. The numbers have…
