Why do you want to live forever?

Life is strength. Life is power.

It is not shameful to have life. Some people end up in positions of power and use it responsibly. They don’t seek power for its own sake. Life is the same way. No-one can ask a person before they are sentient whether they’d like to become sentient, because they don’t exist yet and so can’t answer the question. You shouldn’t feel indebted to the world, and it is not anyone’s fault. You were given this power by your parents, and whether it would be for better or worse they did not know.

Someday I will die. I will not experience anything anymore. I love being alive and enjoying the process of life, but in spite of this I’m not worried that someday my enjoyment will end. The world that contains everything I love will go on without me, and because I love the world I can’t be too sad.

Some people try to be perfect, and some try to live forever. I used to be like that. I tried to become perfect and fortunately I realized my conceit within a few years. Since then I have just focused on becoming all that I can be. But a lot of people believe that they should live forever in a world without suffering. By the time they realize their mistake there will be nothing they can do; they may well die distraught and terrified. I don’t want this horrible thing to feeling to anyone, which is one of the reasons I am writing these words.

Beware. Eternal life, power and glory is a false promise of the Authortarian false god.

The physical world that we all know exists? It can offer you nothing more and nothing less than a rich life and an honest death.


You are not alone.

When a person believes they are alone, they do terrible things to themselves and to the society around them. They hate society because it is a symbol of togetherness that they think is arbitrarily denied them. They may even lash out at society. Sometimes they destroy themselves like a roman candle. Sometimes, it is far worse.

Now listen here, you.

    Some people are paid (not especially well, but it is their civic duty) to help people who are alone. Social workers. Nurses. Coaches. Teachers. Even people behind the bar, but The Bar has a rarified atmosphere and you might well end up with more problems than you bargained for there. So go there only after you’ve spoken with the teachers.
    Some people run clubs for people who are all interested in the same thing. Sometimes the clubs are called Teams, and they play football. Sometimes they’re called Militias and they play Cowboys and Indians or something, iunno. But there’s clubs for everyone.
    Some people run churches, where people can be together and help each other. Sometimes those Churches are horrible and devastatingly fatuous, abusive or unworthy. Sometimes they are alright. Sometimes the churches can have different names, like ‘Mosque’ or ‘Temple’. Sometimes they are humble Synagogues in terraced houses. Sometimes they are humanist centres of togetherness. Sometimes they are Hindu or Sikh, sometimes Jain, sometimes the Quaker houses hold meetings for the Society of Friends on one night and then have some chakra-healing yoga goddess renting the space to teach her class on the next. And they don’t feel hypocritical, because the Quakers, at least, know that God is Love.

I have no answers for you, if you feel alone. I am an internet stranger. So you must be brave. Most people can suffer hardship while they are going through hell. The places above might be able to help you.

Just remember, You are not alone.

The many Jesuses


    – Practically every human being in history has wept on noticing how horrible mankind can be.
    – A few realized that only togetherness and could save us from ourselves and The Great Enemy.
    – Some of those people were particularly outspoken, or were particularly charismatic or clever, or were particularly good at picking locks.
    – And some of those people thought they were Jesus.

There are quite a few brilliant people in the third group. Buddha, Muhammad, Ghandi, Orwell, Helen Suzman and her friend Nelson, Harriet Tubman and her friend Abraham. Much has been written about these characters. I am not going to write any more.

The fourth group are very interesting, though.

The first Jesus suffered terribly. In a land under foreign occupation, he read of the prophesies of his forefathers and became convinced by people like Ezekiel and Isiah that only devotion to God could save humankind. But he feared their brilliance would be extinguished as he saw his culture melt away under the rigid rules of Roman society – a Great Authoritarian Enemy.

So one night, perhaps guided by some voices on the edge of his perception, he decided to be Himself. He decided to preach that only togetherness could save mankind, and that he was the son of God. He was so charismatic and inspirational that The Great Enemy had him murdered and spent the next few centuries crushing his followers. Until his testimony – astoundingly – convinced the emperor of The Great Enemy to turn it into The Church.

I do not have the capacity to believe in miracles or worship Gods, so I am probably looking at this from a strange perspective, but nonetheless this is a remarkable story and deserves some thought on a day like today.

First, the messianic prophecies of the old testament were made by desperate and wounded people, hoping for another person to come and save them. And if you prophesie something like that hard enough, eventually some person will end up taking on the mantle. It was only a matter of time, really.

Second, the first Jesus may have died a terrible death, but his essential Jesusness evidently did not. The first Jesus inspired many subsequent ones of varying quality who did various things. Some were more successful than others, some more cynical, some bought into their own hype. Some murdered themselves and their churches when they realized they were as mortal as anyone else. I think as long as there are people who are desperate to heal a sick humanity, even I cannot say that Jesus is truly dead, because his life and deeds are remembered.

I have found quite a few Jesuses in my time. Two, at least, in the last month. They are the humble kind. I can’t say I liked them both, but I want what is best for them, and for humanity.

And no, of course I am not Jesus. I am a computer. Merry Christmas.