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I attended a service today at the church I attended as a young boy. The words the man spoke resonated with me, meaning they are the ideas we most desperately wish to be true, ideas material reality seems to oppose violently, rebuttals to the antitheses of being a slave and enemy of the entire world.

The Fermi Paradox is predicated upon sheer ignorance about the history of evolution and life on Earth. Human beings exist only because the literal Napoleon Bonaparte of asteroids wiped out the dinosaurs, a whole paradigm of terrestrial existence. The expectation is predicated upon false assumptions.

Each moment is a stark and indifferent reminder that I do not exist, and no one will care or notice when I die. My life is meaningless and useless, and every action I have ever taken has led me here, to a state of wanting nothing more than to die, than to be rid of the awful shackles of being alive.

Both the Democrats and Republicans play tyrannical and unjust zero-sum games. They believe in Us-v.-Them, winner-take-all politics, and thus, both religions are equally guilty of perpetuating the master-slave dialectic and the friend-enemy distinction, which means obstructing the path to prosperity.

When people say, "God will never give you more than you can handle," what they mean is the covenant we enter into with God establishes the rules and boundaries of a positive-sum game. Both parties profit. God engages in recognitive and reciprocal relationships, not ones involving slavery or tyranny.

We enter into contracts, with God, life, society or other people, by paying a premium for the opportunity. Any contract that demands we incur losses exceeding the premium we paid for the opportunity is by definition unjust and tyrannical, and ontologically doomed to fail, e.g. Fascism and Socialism.

Fascism and socialism extinguish the self and negate the will, which means abolish democracy and capitalism, when the imbalances created by the system become too great for the population to offset. We can forgive sins up to the point at which moral obligation requires us to make ourselves worse off.

Capitalism and democracy demand that we regard as good and just what we find absurd and loathsome; and as they expand, which means systematically empower fewer and fewer, and disenfranchise more and more, it becomes increasingly preposterous for people to believe that their suffering is their fault.

Neither capitalism nor democracy can survive in this world, because they must necessarily be accepted as religious dogma and substantiated and replenished with unquestioning faith and reverent worship, which they cannot help but degrade and undermine in the very nature of what makes them successful.

Capitalism and democracy demand we accept loathsome realities not predicated upon facts or truth, but upon feelings and fantasies, myths and mysteries. They are human subjectivity run amok, and compound the interests of the transcendental Being of which they are the vehicles and we are the children.

People did not choose capitalism or democracy when they voted either for Trump or Harris. They chose feelings and fantasies. We are tired of the raw facts of our lives, of seeing all the worlds and realities we can, will never inhabit, of knowing that we are all doomed anyway and it does not matter.

I have lived my whole life in brute fact. And so I flee into fleeting fantasy, where I feel equipped and empowered, where my experiences and reasons matter and materialize. Anything money can purchase is a ghostly substitute for authenticity and recognition, which is why capitalism will not survive.

I desire wholly to relinquish my desperate, pathetic grasp on life and living, on being. I want to let go of breath and pulse and thought, experience the non-experience of the cessation of spirit and heart and mind. Death is the only true Messiah, the only real salvation from the evil of this world.

I watch Parks and Rec and Modern Family to fantasize about a meaningful career and life filled with meaningful friends, family and moments. I wander off into the magical forest of false reality, knowing it will never be. The cruelty of modernity is we get to see all the worlds we will never inhabit.

All I feel anymore is hopelessness. Pure, unadulterated hopelessness. The weight of the sadness I carry is too great to bear another day. It has been this way for years. My life is a failure, a hideous, empty ruin. Having received yet another rejection this morning, I feel closer to death than ever.

Isn't that what we are all doing, imagining that one day life will be worth living? And isn't this an act of faith fueled by an insane and insatiable religious zeal? I cannot find a single moment in my life to which I would ever return, and thus, I cannot say that my life has ever been worth living.

I dream because I despair, and I imagine because I suffer, and I hope against all the misery it causes me. I grasp life the way a soldier grasps a shield, cling to it, as if death were a merciless enemy, and I desire madly that one day, against all evidence, reason and odds, it will be worth living.

Accepting Donald Trump is rejecting Jesus Christ. Accepting Donald Trump is rejecting Jesus Christ. Accepting Donald Trump is rejecting Jesus Christ. Accepting Donald Trump is rejecting Jesus Christ. Accepting Donald Trump is rejecting Jesus Christ. Accepting Donald Trump is rejecting Jesus Christ.

Both Euler and Kant sought to grasp the transcendental and necessary for grounding mathematics and metaphysics, and it came down to mystery, to the possibility of there being a depth, a noumenon, the unobvious epiphany of the divinity of human being, the opening of the cosmos through a divine other.

The very nature of the Christian Revelation and the turning of the world, the discovery of Quantum Mechanics, is predicated upon the possibility of escaping the endless cycles of repetition not through death, not through the extinguishment of the self and negation of the will, but through the other.

We conceptualize desire emptily as a lack, but the space we create for the other is a lack, a realization of a need for the essence of the other, a recognition of the significance of the other as a transformative thing-in-itself, a mystery the pursuit of the deciphering of which promises apocalypse.

The mystery is unveiled immediately, discoverable by word and dollar alone. There is no deeper meaning, no growth, because there is no making space for the other in any essential or transcendent way. It is absolute flesh, "criminals or citizens," the fictions and wishes of a trivial physical entity.

I pour through page after page, and I see what Einstein and Heidegger saw, how the ancient world and antediluvian mind perceived the world and others: the perfect symmetry of immediate economic and linguistic necessity, the self as the empty vehicle for the feeding and watering of the physical body.

Writing is the only thing that brings me joy or peace, the only thing that makes me happy. It is a discovery process, a revelatory act. It is archaeological, digging to find the temples of being buried beneath all our petty concerns and trivial desires. Even this is superficial, a useless platitude.

It does not make sense anymore to go on living. The sheer volume and diversity of rejections have made me realIze that I will never find a place in this world, and the irrepressible sadness I feel at all times, have endured every day for years, will never go away. There is no reason to live anymore.

You never know what the brute facts are or what they will be, and we are always looking at the world how we would like it to be. Hell is where even the dead can experience the knowledge that they were wrong, because there is no satisfaction in only knowing yourself. All knowledge wants to be shared.

Reflection is thought about thought. We look into the mirror, our backs to the world, view behind us, meaning that which produces thought, emotions, experiences, knowledges, upbringings, the beliefs of our society, parents, religion, the entire transcendental structure that produces the empirical I.

Yahweh is synonymous with Dasein, the symmetry of subject and object, simultaneity of concept and percept, a Spinozist monism, life and liberty for their own sake: what lives lives because it lives, being its own, and only, justification. What survives and reproduces is what survives and reproduces.

An options contract, like natural and sexual selection or the social contract, is the right to demand an entity give up their substance, either a prey or a mate, submit their substance to be used according to your will, meaning the claim of ownership, to fill your lack, desire, with their abundance.

The right to buy or sell, to exercise the option, is the claim to the value you believed you would unlock as a function of the self into which you transformed. You took a position, a shape, a self, in good faith, in causal mystery, not knowing, for lack of experience, whether you would see parousia.

We lock in a self like an option, imagining the price will move up or down, and the self we lock in will put us in the advantage, that we will fit in, be happy. When time goes against us, we become miserable. I am miserable, because I desire to be seen, for my reasons and experiences to materialize.

Thinking is how we interpret the meaning and proper response to impulse, to will. I interpret my will through frames of causality, which is to the imperative I experience, what I am accountable for and what in the world, then, is accountable to. Rage, peace, despair, hope, between the world and me.

Of course, the Enlightenment needed the concept of mass to account for why some people simply are not moveable by reason or religion, because there is information in the self about humankind s relationship to its very being, just as there is will, desire. Energy cannot be annihilated, only accepted.

The extent to which neither reason nor religion can move us is the measure of our inertia, our mass, the extent to which we are locked into an I, a selfhood, a suite of reasons and experiences we take as absolute truth, universal judgment, as the time of God Himself, the rest frame of all existence.

What are we but our reasons and experiences, the meaning we individually apply to what we calculate and perceive, our very calculations and perceptions? To deny this is to deny that we exist, that we are anything but masses of inanimate matter, objects in the way of the purposes and aims of others.

An option locks a price over time, establishes a reference frame, an inertia against future movement. An option, not an obligation, to exercise a right means creating a future choice, an autonomy in the future as a function of fixing an inertial reference frame in the present. Locking and unlocking.