No one knows yet if everything lives only to die or

A French Site I follow on Facebook is called

Les Temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.
Times are hard for Dreamers.

This quote showed up 

Personne ne sait encore si tout ne vit que pour mourir ou ne meurt que pour renaitre~ Marquerite Yourcenar
Nobody knows if everything lives only to die or  dies only to be reborn

and got me thinking a little.

My first reaction was to disagree totally with the second part and then I came up with this.


Trying to translate my French response:

Beautiful aphorism... all flowery BUT ...
I tend to believe in the first rather than in the second,Anyway nature seems to teach me that way.Eat or be eatenwhere many lives endand become the feces of other lives.
In good French: everything ends in shit. :)
So we could also say that crap as fertilizer recreates yes! :)
I might add that in nature too many males do not breed so they are not "reborn" in their offspring.
Anyway! 
Not too dreamy here but rather sad realist 

Bel aphorisme tout fleuri MAIS...

J'ai tendance a croire au premier plutot qu'au deuxième,Enfin la nature semble m'enseigner ainsi.Manger ou être manger où plusieurs vies se terminent et deviennent les excréments d'autres vies. En bon français: tout se termine en merde. :)Alors on pourrait aussi dire que la merde en tant que fumier / engrais recrée oui! :)

Je pourrais ajouter

que dans la nature aussi beaucoup de mâles ne se reproduisent pas alors ils ne "renaissent" pas dans leur progéniture. 

Menfin! 

Pas trop rêveur ici mais plutot triste réaliste :P

The future is uncertain and the end is always near

Depression...well at least that is what they call it.

Insert big sigh here.

Last few days haven't been my best.

Had some strange thoughts 

some would call 'em suicide ideation

that the best logical thing to do these days would be to off myself.

Should maybe try some opiates before I write this to see if I feel better: they usually work as a last resort.

But I just can feel my brain slipping away living the Charlie Gordon nightmare.

Just this morning I had two short tabs open one on Freud and the other I forgot already but "interesting" subjects anyway and I closed them even before reading any of it saying Fuck it. I DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY, or the brains left.

Give me Ritalin or give me death is what it is getting at.

As hypochondriac as I can get the only scan I would like right now is a brain scan even though I doubt there would be any explanation for my current condition.

Why am I hanging on for? 
What do I bring to society? 
What is society bringing to me? 
I am utterly fucking useless if you ask me.

Anyway this cloud will lift I hope 

Time will tell

and then there is this dreaded 4th of September coming too but I don't think it is the main source of my troubles.

More like a gradual merciless decline in brain activity real or imagined.

can't even think of anything else to say

Maybe the fact I had a nightmare last night where the last 20 years of my life disappeared didn't help.

Can you put your hands in your head, oh no!

Imagine a world where there was no concealment, no hiding, no lying.

One could probably write a book about that,
one probably has.


Where all frauds and scams are nipped in the bud,

where all fallacies
(and fuck knows there is a gazillion of them)
are straightly exposed to "the light" for what they are.


Mind you though, like Picard, we might exclaim:

Isn't it astonishing though how much clutter there is in the consciousness?

OF COURSE it will never happen
not in 4 billion years
not ever.

Science Fiction is after all
the science of DREAMERS
and I am nothing but a DREAMER
if I am anything at all.

It sure would be a huge fucking game changer
in Politics and War now. 

And in religion as well
add mind-reading to that
and one can start running away.

Ok 'nuff said.

Let's make this a short one now.

Food for thought as always.

It is a Greek word variously translated as "unclosedness", "unconcealedness", "disclosure" or "truth". The literal meaning of the word ἀ–λήθεια is "the state of not being hidden; the state of being evident." It also means factuality or reality.[1] It is the opposite of lethe, which literally means "oblivion", "forgetfulness", or "concealment".[2] According to Pindar's Olympian Ode,[3] Aletheia is the daughter of Zeus, while Aesop in his Fables[4] said that she was crafted by Prometheus.

Swimming against the tide AGAIN

A little bit of a delayed reaction as it is almost old "news" already but I was slightly surprised at the world reaction or the media reaction should I say over the fate of ONE baby orca / KILLER whale.

Having just finished watching the first episode of David Attenborough's Blue Planet recently and refusing to watch it again just last night.
Let's say I don't have much mercy for killer whales recently having watched a pod harass a baby whale and its mother for 6 hours and finally killing that baby whale that the mother had borne for 14 months just to eat its tongue and lower jaw and let the rest of it rot at the bottom of the ocean to feed scavengers.

And just YESTERDAY I realised thanks to Wikipedia that it wasn't just any KILLER whale it was a KILLER whale sponsored / adopted by none other than Malia Obama.

J35 was given the name "Tahlequah" by The Whale Museum in Friday Harbor, Washington, as part of their Adopt-a-Whale outreach program. One of her adopters was Malia Obama, daughter of Barack Obama.^[1]

Malia Ann , born July 4, 1998

Her unusually long period of grieving attracted international attention and an outpouring of sympathy, comparing her actions to that of a human mother.

Except a human mother doesn't go around killing whales that is except maybe if she is Japanese or something.  

And here is the fucking BRILLIANT SOLUTION to all this.

The ongoing crisis within the Southern Residents community prompted calls for intervention, including dam removals and the increased killing of sea lions who interfere with salmon growth in the Columbia River.

To which I exclaimed out loud something like Fucking Christ Almighty. 

Sure now. Let's KILL some sea lions so KILLER whales might live

and as the little gods of creation
and the top of the food chain
that we think we are,
let's choose who lives and who dies.

Fuck forbid that we treat the other problem of pollution in the Salton Sea as this would mean we would have to fight other humans who have probably more money than us to defend themselves.

I mean that is a lot of FUCKING POWER for a 19 year old or for anybody.  

Let's treat sea lions like Jews and Niggers no one will mind right?

Let's blame 'em for all the problems of the world. 

It is beyond my comprehension when humans begin to rationalise who lives and who dies. 

No one now will be offended one fucking bit at all them sea lions dying as they are not sponsored by any celebrity.

Let's KILL more sea lions so KILLER whales can KILL more salmons.

Just FUCKING BRILLIANT.  

I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. ~ The Great Gatsby


Exchanging a life for a life and messing with the natural order of a cruel world is not exactly wisdom personified.

Life dies every single fucking day and more than often killed by another life that is the law of the jungle and more especially the law of the sea FFS. 

Plankton, Krill, Sardines Herrings they all go through it. Attack from the bottom and from the top by birds and from land even like eggs being eaten by the millions.

Fuck people just watch a little more David Attenborough and get your head out of your ass.

I guess I should give a name to that poor baby whale who died for nothing at the hands of fins of a bunch of killer whales.

No one ever questions the media or its motives and moreover its money trail.

O well maybe it's just me again but I just fucking love questioning everything and swimming against the tide.  Always a good thing when you live anywhere near a fall.

End of Rant

And at once I knew I was not magnificent

Here is the word! 

That line of Holocene bugs me.

It reminds me of that K10 question I hate.

About how often did you feel worthless?

I always want to ask: 

Please DEFINE worthless?

DEFINE Worth? 

Define Worthy? 

and while you there 

Define Meaning.

I don't consider my so-called agoraphobia a fear of society,

maybe a fear of an environment out of my control at best.

Mind you these days when for years the word worthless meant nothing to me 

it IS starting to mean something lately, maybe synonymous with meaningless.

Thing is I joked for years that I did not have a superiority complex,

I am DEFINITELY superior.  

One of the obvious reasons I did not have many friends obviously and got myself in a million bullying situations 

as I say myself often once you start calling yourself CHOSEN, or SPECIAL, or BETTER, 

prepare yourself for the heartless scythe of the Tall Poppy Syndrome Reaper.

I like songs like I want to Vanish and shit like that

How can i tell you i'm rarer than mostI'm certain as a lost dogPondering a sign post

Hmmm what other song could I bring into this? 

Can't think of any right now and that also is a part of the problem. 

Finding more and more HOLES in my memory does not make me feel WORTHY at all, quite the contrary.  
They shoot the horses don't they? 

Once I forgot who I am you might as well put me down.

I have felt MAGNIFICENT many a times but maybe it was just a MANIC stage. 

I was MAGNIFICENT in grade 3 and for the rest of my life well ... 

I COULD HAVE BEEN MAGNIFICENT

I could have been a contender

I could have been somebody

A high school principal once told me Look at him so full of talent (intelligence) and yet so lazy

Well I don't know if it was laziness and I don't think so even because in good conditions I was quite energetic well at least intellectually.

Back then no one was talking of mental illness, or EQ or family abuse or what not. So I was just a problem child.  

Such a problem child in fact that the principal of a 32oo Students a year school 
STILL remembered me.

So no, I am not magnificent anymore,

and moreover I will never be again.

So maybe that's why the line annoys me so much

I FUCKING HATE REALITY! 

My magnificent days are long gone and never to be seen again

IF I ever had any other than in my own mind.

more semantics in the 21st century

truth 

facts

evidence

logic 

rational

rationalisation

Not sure where this world is going or if it has ever gone anywhere anymore but the current overloaded input we have just seems so sad and so helpless and so hopeless.

Does anyone learn anything new anymore?
Do people change their minds at all?

I kind of know that I did at least from the religion POV.

I mean I used to be Catholic and a Choir Boy and then left it all for a while to dabble in drugs and oriental mysticism

and then 42 years ago on the 12th of August I kind of switch to Protestantism Evangelical Non Denominational CULT really.
Read the book many a times 7 times the OT and 12 times the NT. 

And for a long time after that I was in and out off and on on the Bible wagon,

even got baptised for the 4th time in Australia here therefore post 2001.

If I was to read back my blog which started December 2009 I can tell there was an awful lot of bible stuff and quotes in the early years

so to blame my conversion to my heart surgery in 2005 would be wrong even though I do detect some sort of life changing PTSD in late 2004 when the bad news came in and I was given 6 months to live.

Maybe one day I will go back on my older blogs and try to pinpoint a "conversion" date
or a more accurate milestone 
on my now full fledged atheism.

But I don't think it happened over a debate I won or lost or what not.

But the thing about this new Brave New World is that all that SOMA is mind numbing.

Debates are endless long boring spectacles where both parties come and leave exactly as they came in and so do their fans.  

Every single one of them playing a high level game of confirmation bias.

No one would know a fact or a truth or an evidence today if it hit them in the face.

So wherewithal shall a young man find his way or an old man for that instance?


I was watching Jordan Peterson rehashing his really tough battle with Sam Harris today and trying to find a silver lining, a rationalisation that would fit in his compartmented, built-up mind, fitting with all his old Jungian and mythological and hierarchical puzzled life.

Because if that is all crap than the man has no foundation left and we know what the bible or the architects say about that now.

Not that I am siding on Sam Harris either the man is arrogant and way too self assured to know anything and wrong on too many subjects too.
His intellectual adherence to Buddhism is utter bullshit right from the start.

One thing for sure these days AVOID any article or site with the word TRUTH in it. You can be assured that there will be none of it and what they have to say.

Facts and evidence?
Well why am I reminded of old wrongly attributed saying:

Lies, damned lies, and statistics.

The thing is we are constantly reminded that many so called facts and evidences are totally debunked daily. That a countless numbers of studies are corrupted and twisted by the powers that be by the publishers and by the greed of the wanna be player in the big games.

We are also bombarded daily by a shitload of weasel words: Study says, Studies say, Scientists agree, scientists have discovered etc etc

And let's not forget the intellectual bandwagons:

(especially in the domain of nutrition the biggest undecipherable Daedalian maze ever)

salt, eggs, MSG, and the catchword of the day: Vitamins where you now have to pay to find out.

That the facts and evidences of only 50 years ago are utter bullshit long rejected today by new facts and evidences which will absolutely be debunked in 50 years from now if one has enough brain cells left to do some proper extrapolation.

That when you start calculating in mega numbers, and our brain is not wired for mega numbers, but one knows that the smallest error becomes a huge margin if the angle is long enough.  

It is like heading to some place many light years away and being off by only a fraction of a degree: any astronomer and space scientist would know that too well.  

It's like working with Imperial vs Metric measures on a large scale as it once happened and cost billions of dollars.

One should know better than reading the Daily Mail or watching Fox News but still how does one decipher the Everest pile of manure to sift through and find a real fact or truth or evidence? Without one being injured or derailed by his own prejudices limited mind and cognitive biases?

And let's face it fully we all have very very limited minds.  Sure we're achieved a few remarkable things since the times we moved on from the apes but we are certainly all "sinners" on this earth 

HAMARTIA

i.e. light years away from the fucking mark.

The illusion of knowledge IS our greatest enemy indeed.

When everything is a metaphor or needs hermeneutics or is a parable or holds the firm belief like the Aghoris who maintain that all opposites are ultimately illusory.

If everything is relative, and everything is illusory, and everything is a metaphor, and a parable, and a miracle, a mystery,

 then NOTHING IS FUCKING REAL and one can go on believing any false shit one wants.

Facebook or Twitter or YouTube certainly won't save us as all of them are in for the money anyway and are more part of the problem than the solution really.  Charlie Brooker is on to something.

Life will be just one big fucking reality show with no reality in it whatsoever anytime soon if not already.

We will all sit in Idiocracy Land and watch the Housewives and the Kardashians.

FUCK FORBID.

And politics in the endgame will be just like life.

Order vs Chaos. Life vs Death, Poor vs Rich. (Or as other would like to call it Left vs Right)

And in the end we all know
CHAOS DEATH and the RICH will win
as we see in so many future dystopias nowadays.

They're gonna shove it up our cosmic YingYang alright.

NOSTALGIA AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE

Review on IMDB on the film Nostalgia 

Thought this film really hit the nail on the head. After clearing out deceased parents' home with brother and sister and experiencing the nostalgia associated with objects, to experiencing younger generational grief,, Thought this t was acted superbly and the many moments with sister and brother, grieving parents, death expectant elder man, and especially the contained and deep emotion of the insurance agent, made this a very quality film. for some reason we have become hardened and inexperienced in sharing intense moments of life openly and a lot of the reviews of this film are so superficial to the point of tragic. Good one to see.

TL;DR or my translation on this comment: 

I loiked it so fuck you all

Good thing I did not  write a review on this one too

I have high regards for my friend Mike recommendations and I did watch this one but I might have missed what he has seen in it.

Right off the bat, the description is a bit of a turn-off right away.
 exploring our relationship to the
objects,
artifacts, and
memories
that shape our lives.

To ME the world NOSTALGIA is always about MEMORIES and NEVER
About OBJECTS or ARTIFACTS.

OBJECTS and ARTIFACTS ARE SUPERFICIAL

Memories even though ethereal and ephemerous can be conceived as superficial too I guess. 

Mind you I have never lived in the same house for 30 years and never will.
I had my house burnt down and I traveled across the planet many a times and had more addresses than I can remember.

Some of my favourite songs are  L'or du Temps and Dust in the Wind.

I HATE the very word: MEMORABILIA:  Overpriced crap.

So IF I was to make a movie about Nostalgia it might be about ancient sweet memories, good old times. dreamy unrequited teenager love but not things.
TIMES and PLACES basically.

Mind you watching the movie just after watching the EQUALIZER might have been a bit of anticlimax LOL

Watching Home Depot McGyver here winning the battle of good vs evil was just FUCKING A. 😈

It shouldn't be much of a spoiler alert to say that "good" won over "evil" especially when there is a sequel coming, I mean you know the "good"  guy ain't fucking gonna die.

But back to my vain and useless image watching here. 

I often expect a writer to just blow my mind especially with a good subject but most of the time they disappoint me. One that doesn't on top of my mind is Charlie Brooker so far.

We just watched Alias Grace together and greatly enjoyed it some memory exploring amnesia story: a story by a reputed story teller: Margaret Atwood.

So we thought as per Netflix's suggestion that the Sinner would be good too.

Hmmm. Maybe not so ... partial recovery right of the bat in episode 2, bad editing, hardly any character development, 'cept maybe for the detective's arc so far. Poor editing and basically a story that should have been told in 5 episodes or 6 at max like Alias Grace and is driving off the will to live by episode 7.


Now if I was a proper writer and didn't do what I am complaining about here bad linear story telling with too many detours and flashbacks, I would get back to NOSTALGIA. 

Well let's just say I prefer Brooker's approach to problems and their ethical and psychological outcomes. 

A baseball is not an ethical subject to me. 

The bickering between parents and children and also the greed that comes with death and loss etc.

So before my brain punches out at the time clock I better stop having said enough I hope.

Nostalgia being described by Wikipedia as a sentimentality for the past might still apply to that movie

but it just doesn't apply to my sentimental idealistic romantic view of yearning, aching, longing for better times being good old times or a distant future


P.S. Wikipedia also has this photo

with this note

Memories of pre-computer-era settings, such as this small office/home office containing no modern computer equipment, can inspire nostalgia.

Well NOW longing for a fucking FAX machine 
is just fucking madness not Nostalgia :) 
It's just being a fucking Neanderthal Luddite.

gather your brain cells while ye may

more food for thoughts 

Fascinating food for thoughts here if one can still think, yours truly here is slowly losing ground in that department like Charlie Gordon post-op my favourite metaphor from Flowers for Algernon.

It just seems to be more and more clearer that us humans greatly relish in delusions:

 delusions usually very geographical, very parochial, very  provincial: two of my favourites words again.

Extend the geography to the universe and then we have more "beliefs" than we can count.

Even in our "modern" age we are highly plagued by superstitious ignorance 
and sadly enough by murderous superstitious ignorance too.  

With the rather recent spurt of growth on our planet which had less than 3 billion people when I was born well the taste for blood by the ignorant mobs has  grown exponentially, 9/11 being our prime example and the reflex reaction that ensued. The 3000 have been avenged more than tenfold since then and it is a continual batttle and blood bath.

Mind you 9/11 is a drop in an ocean in the cosmic picture even though it has changed all of our lives tremendously there has been and still is many other massacres happening in the world.

Anyway drifting again as I am known to do so let's try to stick to the subject: this famous need of our particular simian line to believe in an afterlife.  I do understand the need for "JUSTICE" as I have expressed many a times. It seems like such a waste and a loss here and basically we don't even know what justice means really.

Hitler and Osama Bin Laden could be redeemed if they repent and all but the son of a bitch who killed MY loved one ought to burn in hell for all eternity and I'd love nothing more than to see his soul sent to judgment with a grin on my face. 

Mind you others seem to take a more "Zen" approach and forgive the poor S.O.B. who after all had a horrible childhood and a mother from hell.

(I just finished watching I am a Killer on Netflix)

So according to my own "belief" fuck all happens after death, the great equalizer. Nothing more that happens to ants or dogs or lions or antelopes or fish in the oceans anyway.

The antelope doesn't hold a grudge against the lion, The lion doesn't have a single blot on his conscience.  And the little fish doesn't remember the big fish that ate him.  The baby whale doesn't remember the pod of killer whales that harassed him for 6 hours and then drowned him and ate his tongue and his lower jaw and left most of his carcass for bottom of the sea scavengers which after all should be free of guilt just eating dead shit and all. And all plant eaters go to heaven of course unless one brings plants to a new level of consciousness and declare it life just as any other life,  Rocks should be safe now.
We come, we go, we kill life, eat life, and become fertiliser for someone's next meal.

And we have done so for many thousands of years way before the invention of any religion.

Again to me besides the inner need for a sense to it all and a yearning for justice I think that religion is and has always been nothing short but a mean of CONTROL by those con artist ready to cash on that yearning of ours and laugh all the way to the bank with their fake power.

Mind you this sad reality is really hard to face honestly that bottom line we don't really matter, never did, never will. 

One hundred years ago we were nothing and a hundred years from now we will be nothing again. 

Time is a very hard concept to grab in our limited scoped mind.  

There was nothing of us a short 4 billion years ago and there will be nothing left of us in another 4 billion years: 

no memories no nothing but atoms spread across the universe and atoms have so stories like happy people.

But Hubris oblige and we think of ourselves as BETTER than all the rest.
 In fact some of us animals are even BETTERER than other animals of our kind.  

This is why we have CHOSEN people and my religion is better than yours and my country is so much better than your little pisshole. 

And this is also why in Australia and some other places I guess we have what is called the tall poppy syndrome.

On a last side note the pretended most rational of us don't even mind saying that Buddhism is a better superstition and some so-called scientists and psychologists borrow heavily from Buddhism stopping short of buying plastic idols and bowing down to Ganesh or Krishna and what not
.
We will never know or realise how really close we are to our ancestors: the apes and even to pigeon magic.  

We do not have the complexity to comprehend. 

We don't have the brains or the time frame even though I doubt even a thousand years would be enough.

So just more food for thought on the food for thought.

Afterlife, Justice, Morality, Religion: all retarded young inventions of the sick human mind.  

Some people feel it is better though to believe in such shit in case the reality hits us hard in the face and some of us go hogwild realising there are no eternal consequences to us anymore than there are to the lion, the antelope, and the simian cruel wars.

Mind you I am sure that all of us, the Sartres, the Camus, and the numberless different philosophers out there all filled of course with their own hubris and warped thinking and pride and personal delusions and what not are not any better than the other supertitious kind.  
It is always interesting to read anything 
as one has to question the provenance, 
the background of the one that wrote is 
and ask oneself 
How many Humongous "CHIPS on the Shoulder" does that person have? carry? 
 How many times were they hurt or frustrated and constructed some questionable coping mechanisms? 
A few names come to mind here: males and females.

We all are ephemerous lost life forms shortly passing by and soon forgotten.
So maybe Farrokh Bulsara was right after all.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
And despite what he said and what so many Americans seemed to believe in the highest rungs of the justice deparment
there is no devil and no Bismillah just our dark apian minds making shit up. 

So fucking easy to blame the devil until one of these selfish self-righteous pricks get caught with his pants down

end of thinking for the mo

WHAT SHOULD BE IS A FANTASY

You don't unnerstand.

I coulda bin a contender

I coulda bin somebody 

instead of a bum.

Fields medal?  Yeah right.


I did love maths and
I was good at maths
but let's not get carried away now.

In my golden age of high school if there was ever such a time I was doing alright.

Back in the days where we had 3 different levels of class which would be so non politically correct these days

I was ALWAYS in the ENRICHI the "Enriched" the Top Tier.

(The two other levels IIRC were Regulier/ Regular and Allégé / Lightened)

Hell in Year 3 I was FIRST OF THE CLASS 9 times outa 10.

The fucker who broke my perfect streak was named Sylvain Dion.

We, little nerds, used to wear a shiny gold medal to tell all the others we were the best for that whole month, ALMOST whole year.

Just writing all this realising Priscilla will never read it.

And in maths I could fly right through the most complex algebra problems back in the time I suppose where I could still memorise a formula.

 In fact I was flying through so fast I was the lousiest teacher of my no-so-"enriched" peers.  

I was totally unable to explain step 2 and 4 since I flew right above those and my not-so-enriched peers needed step 2 and 4 to understand and succeed.

Surprisingly I still pride myself in the fact that I got an A- in Calculus in my early 40s.  

Those days of course are long gone and never to be repeated.

High School,or the part I did anyway,
was a roller coaster of heavy high emotions with lumps of rage and powerlessness in my throat over what I consider torture to this day.

The teachers and school staff of the time were unable to cope and prolly still are.

My last three quarters of year 10 were spent with more time in orientation and psychological tests than in class IIRC.

Anyway all this to say that all that above average IQ did not help much, au contraire.

My EQ,
if it is still a thing,
is what has been holding me down
all these years.

Would I have had the discipline and the stamina to become some semblance of a scientist if and if and if? 

Who the fuck knows? 

Since IFs are not exactly possible in real life.  

Life is not a video game where you can undo or start over or die a thousand times.

Prolly why I relate much to that Brando line
like many would I suppose.

There is no WHAT IFs in real life.  

Let me tell you the Truth. The Truth is what ISAnd what should be is a fantasy,A terrible terrible LIE that someone gave the people long ago  ~Lenny Bruce

Soulless AND Vulgar

Musings on afterlife

On a more pessimistic/realistic note, It would take one of my atoms 7000 years to reach the pillars of creation, assuming of course the stupid atom travels in the right direction not deviating from a tiniest degree of the projection angle necessary, 

For we all know how far one can get off the mark on a 7000 light-years range.

Or we could travel 2.2 millions years to Andromeda with the same precise parameters as always.

On the other hand we could also just sit here on our cosmic asses for FOUR BILLION years and WAIT for Andromeda to come to us

( Or is it us going to Andromeda now? or are we covering 50/50? or 60?40)

That is assuming now our little atom hasn't been fried over and totally destructed now in the cosmic meltdown of  our little solar system going 4th of July here.  

Anyway atoms not being sentient,

I guess we will never fucking know now! :P 

I can easily imagine someone reading this and enjoying every word almost to the end, agreeing and nodding until one gets to the F word and then jump on their self-righteous soap box and dismissing the whole thing, rewinding the tape of their mind and rewriting the whole thing as FILTH a la 1984.

Mind you someone who already believes in nihilism would be less likely to jump the gun on such petty things.  

It is said after all that swearing people are more intelligent even though I would beg to differ. 

Maybe for Stephen Fry and I, 

but the rest of you mofos, I am not so sure! 😈