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THE GOD WHO EATS YOU
Christianity, its forebear Judaism, and vastly more aggressive relative Islam; Hinduism and the hodgepodge of other bizarre philosophical compendia of what constitutes reverence for the sanctity of life, a just existence, and expectations post mortem all sing the same song. The Terran billions are levied the usual threats of heinous and incomprehensible retribution if they do not pay up, do as they told, and get in line to collect their presumptive reward in the afterlife. The mundane harvest of all this maunder rarely voyages beyond the precipitation of unending bloody atrocities among fellow and competing religionists, and the goading of flourishing pestilential cadres of well-fed priests to enthusiastically beat the bushes for more business.
Paradigm shifts reweaving the fabric of advanced civilizations are based upon science - a knowledge of the fundamental structure of reality, technology - the reduction to practice of scientific theory, and engineering - the large-scale physical installation of technological possibilities. We are saddled with the annoyance of not being an advanced civilization. Our religions exhort us to look backward and heap tender pity upon our culls and shamans. We seized our future and we threw it to the poor.
Natural variation keeps within its deck a selection of wildly disparate biologies, just in case. A perusal of an atlas of birth defects will uncover most of Bullfinch's Mythology and a few cherished cultural myths in the bargain. Flesh possesses remarkable developmental plasticity. About 5% of the population is configured to possess anomalous mental function utterly resistant to all forms of external persuasion, however persistent or varied. We call this adventure schizophrenia. Biochemical mental illness is the womb and hostel of the gods, a corridor dark with demons and voices, bright with light and ecstasy, decorated with confusion and faith, and possessed of seemingly tangible mysteries unctuously eluding rational comprehension.
Quantum mechanics presents much the same outward face, slyly contradicting the firmest foundations of common sense with the shadowy evanescence of tunneling, probability, diffraction, and indeterminacy. Quantum mechanicians gives us lasers, field effect transistors, and superconductivity. The roving insane and the professional poor infest our inner cities and suckle our resources to exhaustion, offering glimpses into the powers of gods yet unborn. The difference is palpable and our choice is evident. Mysticism has defeated the burden of coherent thought.
President Johnson - it wasn't his money, after all - installed the Great Society which in forty years has showered in excess of four thousand billion dollars upon the poor, the dysfunctional, and the Officially Sad. We worshipped the poor and the insane and abundantly piled offerings upon their altars that they might prosper in their craft and abundantly rejoice in their ever increasing numbers. We succeeded beyond anybody's imagination.
America has a greater population of professional poor than any First World nation, either by numbers or proportion. Money that would have modernized our roads, our factories, our utilities, and the rest of our national infrastructure has been turned into thousands of kilotons of human flesh adept at begging and even demanding alms. Money that would have been health care for workers or pensions to support baby boomers in their dotage has been embezzled by our government and thrown down hungry gullets fueling unproductive lives. Assets that would have elevated us off the skin of our planet to rove the solar system collecting energy and resources to fuel our cultural metamorphosis into a spacefaring species have been irretrievably discarded. A legion of reproductive warriors have risen among us, butchering our dreams and installing their own parasites in our cultural wombs. Humanity's destiny is less stillborn than aborted.
The nurturant altruism of a thousand points of light conceals the greedy worthlessness of a minor percentage of our numbers. The maternal compassion of environmentalism obscures a globe consumed to depletion by a species on the brink of a potentially awesome, or catastrophic, evolutionary transition. The meek would inherit the earth when the strong left to seek their destiny amidst the stars. That trip has been annulled.
A millennium of frenzied religious mysticisms of the most diverse persuasions within the Indian subcontinent could not bring forth the light bulb or the flush toilet. When we cater to the demands of the abundance of our needy to the detriment of the scarcity of our Gifted we are not men, nor will we be survivors.
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