First. The faithful shall be eaten first.
Oooooh! Sexy Time!
Tentacle sex.
Thanks for going easy on me in that meltdown everybody. I’m usually being facetious (I like that word because all 5 vowels occur in alphabetical order) when I say things like that, but this time I really felt blue, and the things I usually joked about all the sudden became weighty and soul crushing.
I know it’s fun to form nonsense religions centered around fictional creatures like Cthulhu, Flying Spaghetti Monster, etc. Back in college, me and my suitemates wrote up the Bible of Herman, centered on a dead junebug we hung from the kitchen ceiling. Chick tracts are appealing to me for the same reason. It’s obvious bullshit that can be mistaken for the real thing when archaeologists unearth our remains thousands of years from now.
I see constant evidence of people destroying themselves because of total immerse into religious thought with no regard to the ramifications of their actions. Like Blaster Master said, it’s just the extremists that make the headlines. They are not representative of their religion as a whole. It’s not just religions that corrupt rational thought either. Politics, sports teams, TV shows, etc can also do that. However, they can’t all realistically be ruled as dangerous. But it makes me paranoid anyway. The Twin Towers were full of non-extremists.
I think I can place my faith in hallucinogenic drugs. They’ve always given me perception-altering aftermath, and I don’t have to adhere to God’s Mysterious Plan to get results. They’ve always enabled me to think outside normal parameters, and I know what I see or imagine is not real, so there’s no danger of me going over the edge and thinking I should abandon reason for fantasy. I don’t have to invest faith to change my life. Cult leaders didn’t corrupt me. Nature did!
So here’s to CoP, the Church of Psilocybin! We don’t make shit up because we don’t have to!