Something buggy there is about the homo-sap alpha experiment.. Most specimens so fear the Unknown (fucking near Everything, that is, 'cept maybe a few physics er 'laws' which you Can't break..) - that they will invent an Authority always! from Day 1.

All choices devolve to just the two:

1) A great time Now, with ups&downs. No point in fearing accidents - they just happen.

/ After: let the Unknown handle the post-life experience. It's managed so far.

*OR*

"Give all your Fears to ___. She will make you comfy. Here's the rulez and the price:"

2) A pissant existence directed by folks in robes (lawyer- or theo- or medico-). Daily fear of offending the Authority: that offense to be paid by intentional accidents now, maybe.. but guaranteed torture 'after'! - for any Disobedience, of course.

/ After: if you toed the line AND yer one o' the Lucky Chosen ones, you get to spend a rather infinite period Adoring the same guy/gal (who might.. just put you in that rat cage for the sheer Hell of it, anyway. No appeal, natch)

3) There is no 3).


What a species! Ya gotta presume this here all is a Humor Planet - *but everyone's too afraid to laugh. Nothing else makes any sense - just makes employment for the robed ones!

Now That's Revealed Wisdom! \ufffd \ufffd \ufffd

(* do we know the author of that one? Think it went ~ God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh) Geo. Carlin would have said it, but he wasn't the first.


Oops - gotta change my robe.
(May have to immolate myself tomorrow for breaking security.)






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