That's it, I'll stay at home and do some meditation. Perhaps I'll find out where the better man in me is or as I am just keep on being the better man that I am. Or perhaps I'll go out into the world, on the stage of things, on the platform of my own buoyancy, and just be what I was meant to be : a badly born frustration made to be a fabricated conditioned collective consciousness production ?
How outrageous, to be what I am as I was meant to be from the start : a believing man. An internally wrought creature. A goodness that insists itself on the World ! Something that seeks its own worth thanks to what invigorates it from the inside. A metaphysical man. A transcendance storming on the atomic-geometrical kosmic plan of things.
To be the secret force created out of nothing. Its own worth. No outside thing that could determine its value : only scraping at its heels.
Truly, it is only the bad man who'll die. He isn't worth a damn thing. He's meant to rot with all bankers' worthless currency. Why indeed take the trouble to make things come out otherwise, when we know it's only a devil's parade of pretentiousness ?
This world is a place meant for the badly wrought and born. It's an artificial land where ugliness is honored and beauty only craved for but mutilated to suit the badly born man's envy ! It's a place for a cynic's hypocritical pride. Where a lie is considered something equal to the Truth. You can make more money on it and send your kids to a good school : they'll be for equal rights and no guns : peace 'n love.
What is a good birth if not what the world's universal middle-class mind despises !
The artificial sedentary brain-set keeps holding on and on to the shadow bones of its redundant "disney" inhumanity. It honors fiduciary rubbish and clings to the evangelical gold and silver it saves, in the vast vaults of its infamously puny protestant mind. Waiting for Jesus, that He might save their artificial skin and bring their children to a miraculous haven where a plentifully replenished retirement account awaits them.
The "eugenic" man for them, is an anomaly. He is a man who has no rightful place in their futur. Why would he ?
Imagine the eugenic man as one who believes in honor, courage, bravery, who isn't possessed by what he possesses. Who makes his mind up and is ready, not to save "Willy" and the World, but give his life for what is noble even though he be despised for it !
Yet he would die as he tried to live. Having chosen the ways of the Noble and Fearless Christ. And not of the little middle class boob who fears losing all his gold and silver and the dehydrated victuals that he stores in his basement while he goes bald !
And even if a man become(sic) an artilect, what of it ? If eugenically made better than the badly born man ?
Is Paradise a place where protestants will graze like cattle while they stay the mammal brutes they are even below those lovely extinct creatures of yesteryear ? Or is it a place where, whatever might happen, ...maybe it's just God making other plans for his deviated human creatures !
That they might be "Well Born". And not just some infra-human degenerate thing feeding on the apples of Heaven.
