Gather round children and I will tell you a tale about the little bastard who throws snowballs from the nose bleed seats in hell.

Life is such a wonderful, no a marvelous adventure from the moment we take that first gasp and cry until that last gasp and cry.  The journey in between is filled with everything that is possible in both heaven and hell.

So why wonder about where we go after this.  We are already here, and, there.

I’m sure whomever is responsible have had their moments when they thought to themselves, “Jesus H. Christ!  Pull the plug!

Hitler was probably one of those times.

Bush and Cheney probably got them close to the button a few times.

I’m betting Clinton getting a blowjob didn’t really get anyone in charge too excited.

Oh there have been other monsters even before Hitler, Aitila the Hun, oh, let’s see, I can’t think of any more.

 In nineteen sixty six Time magazine ask, “Is God Dead?”

Around the same time John Lennon said that they, The Beatles were more popular than God.

Nobody got that upset when we found out Timothy Leary was dead.

The world was saddened when John Lennon died.  John Lennon was not a God he was greater than some God.  He was peace in action, love in action.  Just like Jesus the man.  Of course he died also by the hands of other men.

The human race is an arrogant species.  We assume we are number one of the food chain.

Am I the only one that doesn’t like it being called the food chain?  What happens when we become number two?  Who will be eating us?

(You know if you roll them in a really light coating of flour and salt and drop them in a hot skillet of olive oil it’s just heaven.  I know it’s terrible when they scream but boiling them alive is the best way to eat them).

Was there ever a time in the history of the world when sex wasn’t filled with guilt, shame, remorse and even violence?

Murder is a shameful act.  War is a terrible thing.  Rape and abuse is violence and prejudice and racism should fill us all with guilt and shame.

Sex is beautiful man.  I really mean it man.  It’s the purest connection, man.  Ok, I’ll stop saying man especially since man is the one that doesn’t get the beauty of sex.

(Oh look!  It’s hard.  Now where can I put this)?

A story they continue to tell around the campfires after the wars were all over and there were only a handful of tribes left.

“Once upon a long time ago man, the cave man and cave women lived a simple life of eating berries, shrubs, grubs, roots and vegetation.  They figured out how to build a fire and heat water.  They figured out how to make tools out of well damn near everything that was lying around and they figured out that sex made babies and made both cave man and cave woman feel very nice.

The man cave men would sit around fires and eat their berries and drink their water or their sludge water where they dipped stuff in the water, hell I don’t know.  I don’t know if they had figured out they could drink milk or not.  I’m betting they had already figured out how to ferment berries and make bad wine.  Humans have always had one real goal in all of creation and that was to find something that would fuck them up but anyway, so they sat around the campfires grunting and doing crude things because well man hasn’t changed all that much in all the millions of years they have been around and of course the cave women were beating two rocks together and rolling their eyes over how stupid their cave men were.

The cave men would sit around their fires and grunt and do crude things and would stick things in the fire.  Like trees, stumps, rocks, shrubs their willies, which never ended well and one day while they were playing in the fire a gigantic dinosaur came barreling into their campsite and ran up and bit the head off of one of the cave men.  The rest of the cave men went completely ballistic even though they really didn’t know what ballistic meant but they all grabbed their tools, which in that split second went from tools to weapons and they beat and stabbed and killed the beast.  The beast fell to the ground and landed in the fire.

The cave men started to smell the flesh of the beast burning and realized that they liked the smell of the flesh burning so they tasted it and “write home to mother” it was heavenly even thought they didn’t know about heaven yet, but, that was about to change.

Watching their fellow cave man get eaten and then killing the beast made the cave man start to think about life and death.  They immediately became self aware.  The cave man also stopped making tools and made weapons so that they could continue killing all kinds of beasts and eating their flesh.

As time passed the cave man also began forming words and then language and this lead to stories and observations and thoughts and opinions which lead to looking into the sky and wondering where they originated from.

Of course now that the cave man could think they could also become jealous, dislike, like, lust (and know what lust was), they could hate and judge and make rules and finally they realized that, if another cave man made them angry or had something they wanted they could take their weapons and kill another cave man and well, the rest we know".

So, the belief in God started because of humans becoming self aware.  They stopped just enjoying rubbing themselves and started to wonder why it felt good and was it right or wrong.  They wanted to know why they were here and what happened to the cave man that had his head bitten off.  Where did he go?  It made sense that he had to have gone somewhere and maybe just maybe he would be back.

Of course the arguments and fighting and killing has been going on since the beginning of self awareness all over where we came from and where are we going and no one is closer to an answer because the search for the answer is the most ridiculous waste there is of a human life.  To spend this beautiful and wonderful period of time all warped and twisted on questions that can’t be answered is a terrible thing.

Get up, go out and play and have a good time.

cool beans

hippy mike

peace