So i was forced to go to a fucking church last night and celebrate the birth of a demigod who was born around 2000 years ago more or less. first of all, this is based off "historical" accounts written by sheepherders 2 fucking millennia ago and people are still taking this shit as fact? i mean fucking hell seriously, the bible claims to be a irrefutable source when there are no other historical accounts that Jesus even fucking existed, the first of which only started to appear around 30 to 40 years after he supposedly ascended into heaven. Having read this stupid fucking book of contradictions i have realised that God kills more people than Satan throughout the whole thing, dont even get me started on the amount of wars that have been started supposedly in Gods name.

 I sometimes feel sad as i watch all these brainless retards devoting their entire life to something which has not been proven to even exist, then it hits me, its because we are all human, we are scared of death, it is the end, which is why religious retards need something to fall back onto, so that they can hope that there is something after death, well there isnt you stupid fucks, there was nothingness before you were born, now your life is ticking away slowly and soon we shall reach the end of our miserable insignificant lives and return to that sensation for nothingness, for me its not death that scares me, its the pain i might feel before dying that frightens me.

"In 'The Similarion' by J.R.Tolkien, the supreme being Ilúvatar gave the Elves the Gift of Immortality and Men the Gift of Death. The shadow of the first Dark Lord brought with it a perversion of the original intent of the Gift of Ilúvatar, and brought fear out of hope, and tainted the Gift. Men began to fear and despise the gift, and began to view it not as liberation, but as damnation. It brought about in the race of Men a kind of self-loathing and a denial of the basic nature of their being as the children of the All-Father Eru Ilúvatar. Instead they viewed themselves as flawed in some way and sought to resist this very intrinsic nature of their creation.

The spirits of Men truly leave the physical world, and do not return. Thus their fates are completely sundered from that of the Elves, who do not die until the world dies, unless slain by violence or ill chance, or by wearying at the last of the passage of centuries. But as the years grow long and Time wears, even the Valar will come to envy the gift of Ilúvatar to the race of Men, that of liberation from the physical world, and the inevitability of loss and sorrows that must come with this existence within Arda."

Now i have never been religious or spiritual but after i read this passage i adopted a new spiritual stance. Death is a gift that we receive after a lifetime of anguish suffering pain anger love hate whatever, a gift of peacefullness that we experience after going through the long and tiresome journey that is our lives.