Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.
So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.
Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
As per the law of karma, that which is your meat today, this dear beloved animal will make mincemeat of you tomorrow. In another birth.
On a supra human level, yeah, I got That Which Is. Yet on a simple human level, rare are times when either my left or my right foot is not in some kind of shit.
I had an enemy - myself. Getting rid of the ego-self, in came the Self. Now, here, there, everywhere is nothing else. Just One Self.
Killing or eating animals is an act of beasts. Stirs within the devil. Sorry. It spurs evil. Thus is truth - at least the metaphysical.
All personal god, yours or mine, are false. Unto existence nothing but an infinite oneness walks.
All humans are rogues. Cured only by death.
Humans are mostly kind only to their own-self, and their own. To another being, they're mostly indifferent, if not inhumane.
Blind-believers and staunch atheists have the same god - namely, a self-deluded, one's own shadow's bot.
Most probably your belief system is screwed up. And so were your ancestors, before you. And now, maybe so are you. Overcome it, you!
Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.
There is always a choice. Always. So do not say, you had no choice. Good or bad, doing it or not, is about you, not choices. Always.
There's plenty of food, other than non-vegetarian, here, on this earth. So, don't hurt, kill and eat animals to increase your girth
It's tough to get out of one's inherited imbecilic culture, and a thus inherited or endowed lunatic belief system. A freethinker must overcome every deadened system. Especially one's own.
Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.
If you cannot insult a god, you yet do not "get" God.
Of course I love you. For real. I will sure come and personally meet you myself. Just to make sure you're well. When is your funeral?
Life is too short to bullshit.
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