When this moment has arrived, when the blackness that is death comes in the same way as the blackness that preceded life, without will or choice. What purpose, even with eternity--that fallacy of a point of creation which begins but never ends? The madness of religion, the insanity of faith in some hope that that same idiotic craft, that psychosis infecting us will have meaning. Not to give up on goodness and hope, but not to indulge in the dishonesty of spirituality or the fear of denial.
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