Artistic Footprint

This is a continuation of the Unknown series: The Unknown 2 and the Unkown 1

Most westerners think religion is separate and a small entity in their lives, but fail to notice how it encompasses everything. Theocracies, nightly prayer, Church donations, door-to-door witnesses, religious war, priestly sin. – all in the name of pleasing an unproven diety with confusing instructions, to cure our fear of death. Nations have fought endless wars over who goes where when they die, and over who disgraced another’s holy land, Never knowing as fact that it was holy in the first place. Grow the fuck up I say, stop being so immature! I hold humans to a higher intellectual standard.

Why do people seek to question another’s beleifs? Is it because of age-old vengeance? Or to “save” an individual from a mortal plight? Is it to secure their own endless bliss in a fabled heaven? Why can’t people keep their own concepts of spirituality to themselves? Why can’t my definition of life after death be different from yours without you hating me? This is abhorrent discrimination at the roots of our largest, most deluded, most historic human shortfall – And all because we’re so caught up in our fear of what we do not know – Death. We would not care about our gods and our devils and our prayers and our preachings if our memory wasn’t at the hands of one divine creature.

My vision of a creator is ourselves. We created the idea of god and heaven because we were ghost-white in fear of our demise. I’ve felt that fear just like you. When I closed my eyes at night I wondered if I would wake up, and had nightmares about how I would handle my death tomorrow. But finally, I have acknowledged and understood my fear. I’m looking it in the eyes now. Death to me is a question, the same way I don’t know what it will be like to get married or have children, what my country will look like in 10 years. It is the same question as why do the stars come out at night. My brain works on evidence, research, and instinct. I am just as scared of death as I am excited to have it answered.

Do you think Neil Armstrong knew what was going to happen when he rocketed into space to put his footprint on the moon? I invite you to burn the operator’s manual to your conscience and let it run free. Why limit yourself by anything? Why do you govern yourself with such petty rules? Why do you not trust yourself to be naturally moral? Why are you afraid of death? There’s no telling what you can do when you eradicate these fears.

To overcome the fear of death is to understand that life can exceed structural, material values and enter the supernatural. An incomprehensible dimension that begs natural questioning.

I think that no life should be incomplete, anything less is a tragedy. Everyone should have someone they can’t live without. Everyone should have kids to leave the world better in their absence. Everyone should love what they do. Everyone should be able to create their own way of life. Everyone should embrace their natural curiosity, to satisfy it and let it flourish. Everyone should have the opportunity to be remembered for eternity. Whether they succeed or not is up to them. I will know that my life is complete when the material evidence of it is destroyed. Comfort in my ultimate fear.