Freedom from Anxiety

From death we come and into death we return, and between these two deaths we exist in the state of death in its conscious form. So you want hope and words of encouragement? Then hope that your conscious death is not the experience of poverty and physical suffering and be encouraged that the transition from conscious death to eternal death is as near to you as your very next breath and that it will eventually fall upon you with an absolute certainty. From nothing we come and for a fleeting instant we perceive ourselves to be something, but this is only a self-inspired subterfuge to give meaning and validity to the nullification.

The wisdom of every mortal is retarded and we boast in our knowledge that is minuscule to the point of being insulting. From a vacuum we are momentarily given the attributes of substance and form and we take this not as being a gift but as a vessel that we can employ to hate our neighbors with. The evolutionist are right in that human beings are nothing but cyclic aberrations in a changing bio-system that will someday be taken out of the way as the planet Earth continues to evolve. But you want to hear cheer and laughter, and well you should in the fleeting that has no lasting meaning. Be of cheer that your neck can be easily broken and laugh to your decay's content as the worms that are commissioned to biodegrade your structure begin their relentless nibbling upon you. The ax was poised and ready even before the neck had a body to support it and a head to top it, so let this be your comfort and your peace of mind, that you are an exclusive guest to the sharpness that detaches in one sweeping downward stroke.

Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is yesterday as the identification tag is placed upon the toe and the chilled vault is shut closed. But you say that by faith you take strength in the belief of a higher power that will not leave you stranded or barren, and this is so well and good for you under the circumstances of we as mortals living always only one step away from the descent into the capture of the abyss. From death we have come, and into death we proceed, and unto death we return, and not a moment is lost in this sequence of events. Be of soundness for your pleasantries is in the full understanding that not a trickle of you will be accounted for in the far distant future because the planet Earth will have moved on to other life forms and recycled by its molten core will be every trace evidence of your day and your time and your start and your finish.

Nothing does not produce anything and nothing is everlasting, therefore, count yourself as being an instantaneous blink and as being an unheard whisper for this is what we as mortals truly are. We are a drop that does not make the slightest ripple in the bucket of continuance and we are the shell that when opened is found to contain the full volume of nonessential, for our essence is only a brief novelty and our distinction is an obscure and somewhat perverse meaning of the obsolete. You say that you only want to hear the happy face, and well that this should be your chuckle, so be happy face that aging makes your bones weak and brittle and that before you were even conceived you had already begun to decay. We are chiseled out of a mist and this mist is quickly dispersing into nothingness, and this is all that we mortals are, and nothing else shall we mortals ever be, and with all this being said, have you been given the slightest freedom from anxiety as these words were intended to do by comforting you.