In the office, while drinking cold water from a tumbler, i had thought

that religion, for each one of them, is an idea — it’s a thought — men produce when they do not know the truth, and are lacking of any real evidence.

So, they simplify.

There was a supreme being, who created everything.

There was a man, and he had a wife, and we are the offspring of this lovely couple.

Simple idea, but powerful and emotionally moving, and quite frightening when the supreme being they create, is also the only one who is able to do so much harm to you, in an afterlife, if you don’t listen to His demands.

His demands can really be as simple as “never-ever doubt Me, for the evil ones are relentless.”

There is a real evidence that, theologically, i’m the evil one, and yes, is relentless to find out the truth, and suggests others to do so.

So, what’s the truth then? Men of course, didn’t come from the upper regions of a mythical place of joy. There’s not even a single evidence of that. We came from the biological evolution of genetic information. Plenty of evidence.

It’s a tragedy that we all know how genetics plays a crucial role in life, yet, we want to believe there was a poetic beginning: There was a man from a mythical land of joy, and he had a wife, they did something bad — ate a forbidden fruit, didn’t brush the teeth, or something like that — and were sent to earth, and we are their offspring.

It’s kind of a fucked up place to live, but yeah, after we die ah, if we follow whatever the Man says ah, we go back to the mythical land of joy loh.

Don’t do that. Don’t believe. Think.

Life can be a joy too, here, in this godforsaken place.