Death
It's such an ugly word. Especially if you remove it completely and then replace it with the word "ugly." Much like a skid-mark, everyone will experience it, yet no one wants to talk about it. Is it simply the inability to live? Does it merely exist to justify the concept of life insurance? Perhaps it�s the cosmic safety net for the rest of humanity when people like Hitler or Britney decide to exist. Whatever these cosmic riddles are, they're subjective state is purely based on an objective viewpoint which is subjected to objective criticism from a subjective stance of an objectionable human being. But unlike cheese-sticks, death is not long and yellow. Which leads me to believe there is more to this sickle-wielding guy than we give credit for. Take the atheist�s viewpoint for example: that self-assured person who denies the existence of God or any sort of afterlife. A world without God is like a world without felt hats. (Don't ask me to explain this simile, as I haven't eaten food for several days.) Regardless, such a world makes for an interesting phenomenon when death finally encroaches on a human being, (or more specifically, a human going). The reason is such: if there is no life after death, then one will not be conscious of one's death. If that is true, then by deduction, one is only ever conscious when one is alive. If consciousness is directly related to life, then to all intents and purposes, one is immortal, (from the perspective of oneself), as one will never know when one is dead. This theory has scared many French atheists into afterlife-believing religions. The mere thought of being French for eternity has sent thousands of French citizens running to churches, monasteries, and underground bomb shelters. Some have even been scared into agnosticism. As a general rule, agnostics do not necessarily believe there is no God... rather they believe it is not within their power to know of God. Labeling them as "fence sitters", debaters of the negative retaliated to this concept by saying that all one needed was a large tin of petrol and the ability to breathe in; one would soon see God. Of course, such actions had an adverse effect on the agnostics. Apart from the occasional accidental death through brain poisoning, God tended to manifest as a large pink elephant in gumboots. As a result, many agnostics either returned to their atheist ways or joined a new movement, known as the "Children of Dumbo". This however, was probably for the better, as being agnostic means getting the raw end of the deal when it comes to one's death. Spending much of their life in confusion, agnostics roam about like lost children in a shopping mall, questioning their existence and the existence of those around them before dying a meaningless death to either non-existence, or into the arms of a wrathful god who's pissed that they didn't believe in him from the word go. Which leads us to the viewpoint of the faithful: those that believe in an afterlife. The word "faithful" is described in the dictionary as: - "Adhering firmly and devotedly, as to a person, cause, or idea; loyal." Likewise, the word "turd" is described in the dictionary as: - "(1) a piece of excrement. (2) a contemptible person." If you combine these two words, one can deduce many meanings: - (1) a piece of excrement adhering firmly to a person. (2) a contemptible person devoted to a piece of excrement. (3) a cause devoted to a contemptible person. (4) a piece of person who has cause to be firm. If we ignore the fact that the last meaning doesn't make much sense, one can begin to see that, much like a well-lubricated rubber glove and a dead chicken, the meaning for both these words seem to compliment each other surprisingly well. Does this mean religion, faith, and even ideals are nothing more than a cosmic joke brought about by the chance co-incidence of a few billion neural pathways etched onto the gray-matter of some bloke who thought it would be a good idea to comfort people with the idea of an afterlife? Or is there really an omnipotent force out there hell bent on toying around with a trillion souls for the sake of amusing herself? The real crunch of it is we will ONLY ever know if there IS an afterlife. No one will ever know if there ISN'T one, and this prejudice of Mother Nature really pisses off the pessimists out there as they will never be able to say, "I told you so!" So please, spare a thought for the pessimists. Next time you see a pathetically depressive loser highlight the negative aspects of pretty much everything, give them a hug. Understanding makes meaningless existence that much easier to bear. athiest game

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