It doesn't really matter, does it?
1. Be born
2. Be educated
3. Be worked
4. Be dead

If all ends with step 4, then why go through the previous three steps? Why spend a lifetime building up, if only to build down? Why do things, only to have them undone? Why live, if only to die? Why, if only to?

Think about it

Who can live forever? In the end, irrespective of your achievements, no matter whether you want to or not, death comes to you, and claims you irrevocably. The greatest men on the Earth share the same grave as the smallest. No matter how much influence you have, how rich you are, how much respect you arouse, it all comes to an end one day. In death, there is nothing, merely yourself. You have no riches, no chattels, no vanity, no ego, you are reduced to nothing more than nothing.

So why?

WHY?

WHY must there be an end?
WHY must we stop?
WHY can't we live forever?
WHY can't we do anything?
WHY can't I do anything?

Since the dawn of uncivilised man, the only thing that has been maintained throughout all these years is the fascination with Death. The ruthless, silent killer that kills silently and ruthlessly. The one thing that defines uncivilised Man and Woman is this burning desire to conquer the ultimate unknown, to spit in its face. They mulled it over for some time, then came up with GOD. Since I don't know why, then obviously someone more powerful than myself did it. Then they came up with elaborate excuses to conceal it under the trappings of religion.

It doesn't answer my question

So what if I get a good life later? I don't CARE. I don't care about "LATER"! "LATER" doesn't exist! I want a good life, and I want it NOW! Religion is but self-pity and comfort, the assurance that even if you aren't that well off now, you'll still be rewarded with good if you do certain things, because you are somehow special to your primordial being (call him GOD), and that bloody rich bugger next door isn't, and he'll go to hell/fell really bad because of that.

So what?

In the end, the bloody bugger's still better off than I am, and I have not improved one bit. Ah, the magicians/shamans/priests say, that's because GOD doesn't like you, as you haven't done enough for it yet, you aren't devout enough, it doesn't occupy every single one of your waking thoughts, so try harder, and I'm sure you'll get it someday. If you die before someday comes, its your own fault.

So GOD is nothing more than a security belief to absorb the harshness of reality
GOD is an illusion
GOD is therefore Rejected

So now what?

WHY do we die?

Let's ask some people

*calls up Ug the Caveman*

"Hi Ug, how did you die?"
"Well, dis big mammoth, he put dis big tusk into dis stomach, and I die"
"Why?"
"I dunno, maybe he didn't like me or something like dat"

*exorcises Ug the Caveman*
*calls up Phin-top-lat the Egyptian*

*Hi Phin, how ya doing?"
"Fine, except that I'm dead"
"How?"
"I was in this river, right, then this big crocodile came, right, and he opened this big mouth of his, right, and bit my throat."
"Why?"
"I dunno, why don't you ask him yourself?"

*exorcises Phin-top-lat*
*calls up Caesar the Roman*

"Hi Caesar! How ya doing?"
"I'm dead, dammit! Can't you see?"
"How?"
"Ask Cassius. Ask Brutus. Ask HIM."
"Why?"
"They didn't like me"
"Why?"
"They think I'm too egotistical"

*exorcises Caesar the Roman*
*Calls up Jean-Thiry the French cavalryman*

"Hi Jean, how ya doing"
"Fine."
"Nice to hear that"
"You're dead"
"I've noticed"
"How?"
"Don't ask me, I dunno, this big arrow went through my head"
"Why?"
"Ask that longbowman. Ask Henry the eigth. Ask GOD, cause I don't know"

*exorcises Jean-Thiry the French cavalryman*
*calls up Pvt. Waters the Infantryman*

"Yo"
"I'm dead, right?"
"Yes"
"Damn! So soon?"
"Yes"
"I was right there in that higgins boat, you know, goin' to storm that friggin' beach, er oma.. oma something right? I was gonna reach that beach, right, then the friggin' ramp opened, and like, the friggin' Jerries pumped it right through us, you know, then, like, I was all hit and everything, and I was on that bloody boat and callin for a fuckin' medic and everythin' right, and not a friggin' fellow came, and I sorta died there, you know?"
"Yes"
"Damn! And I didn't even do anything to them, right, just wanted to kill those Jerries"
"Yes"
"So why'd I die?"
"I dunno, I hoped you'd tell me"
"Damn! So I'm in heaven right?"
"No"
"Damn! And me believin' in god and everything... So I'm in hel' right?"
"No"
"No? Aw, you just shut your friggin' mouth"
"Thank you, Mr. Waters"
"What? So where the friggin' hell am I"

*exorcises Pvt. Waters the infantryman*
*calls up Hitler the Dictator*

"Hallo, mein fuhrer"
"Ja, ich bin tot?"
"Ja mein Führer"
"Wurde ich nicht von den Allies getötet?"
"Ja mein Führer"
"Sehr gut! Ich erhalte das Recht, das alle Menschlichkeit verdient!"
"Warum töteten Sie sich?"
"Sie können nicht es tun selbst, ich müssen es für sie tun"
"Ich verstehe"
"Ich mußte meine Ehre intakt halten"
"Ja"
"Ich kann nicht getötet werden"

*exorcises Hitler the Dictator"

You see? No reason at all!
They died for irrelevant reasons.


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