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The voice said... |
"The modern world has become a primitive world.
It is a world plunging headlong into the past. The Dark Ages have returned, but
this time the darkness comes in on feet...millions and millions of brown feet...a
tidal wave of feet carrying fleshly bags of genes that are being dumped into the
gene pool upon which we must rely to propagate. And, the gene pool is becoming
ever less a replicating broth for producing Us. Instead, it is a broth for changing
Us into Them. When we partake of this gene pool, what emerges from our loins is
not always Our children. Instead, what comes forth is a being that is not Us,
but which illicitly bears our name. A rose by any other name is still a rose,
but something that is not a rose is not a rose even if it is called a rose. Not
Us is not made Us by having our name. |
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"There are no walls. There are
no borders. There are no defenses to protect those who are different from the
mass of humanity, especially when those who are different no longer see any value
in their difference. Such people are dispirited and their souls are sick and empty.
They seek not awareness, but sleep. They seek not struggle, but contentment. They
seek not challenges, but the easy way. They seek not to be more, but to be less.
They seek not differences but sameness. They seek a fuzzy warm conformity of genes.
So, they lie down as a man in a blizzard and they go to sleep and they do not
awaken. Ever. The light is out. The darkness rushes back in, for the darkness
is what is, when all effort stops. It takes no effort and no energy to maintain
the darkness. It is resignation. It is finality. It is the nothing and the non-being
that was once struggled against. The darkness is the compost heap of the universe. |
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"We wonder, in our quiet moments,
if we wonder at all, whether such a true savior also seeks us, and if so, will
he come in time? So we look at our new born children looking for the Sacred Signs
cast in flesh by the genes within. Is this the one, we wonder? Have we mated properly
to bring him forth? We know not for sure, but we know that we are commanded to
birth many more, for it only through our hoped for teeming masses that we will
survive. The few shall die, the many shall survive. When the word was given to
multiply, it did not mean with unlike beings, for this is not multiplication,
it is subtraction. |
"We also wonder about a God, and whether
such a God, if God exists, is Our God, or if He is an impersonal force who doesn't
care if We live or die. Is God rooting for Us? Does He want Us to survive? If
so, He needs to wake up Our people and tell them that they are a people. They
have forgotten. |
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