Hair

I finished reading Daniel Dennett's Breaking the Spell last night and tonight I'm moving onto Harvey's Brief History of Neoliberalism to learn more about the so-called "ultimate and final" political system. As you can see, I'm having my doubts about that. Anyway the only thing that really inspired me to write this post was (thank goodness I'm not a part of it anymore) apparently some Muslim "Janadee-ul-Awwal" month's ridiculous claims and sayings,

"It is written in the book Jawaahir Ghaibee that any person who performs 4 Raka'ah on the first night and in each Raka'ah recites Surah Al Ikhlas 11 times, Allah Tabarak Ta'la enters 90,000 years of good deeds in that person's book of deeds and removes 90,000 years of bad deeds from that person's book of deeds.

Jewels of my eyes you are missing the whole point! Please . . . . . try and understand that the ONLY purpose for which Allah created us is for His Worship, His Love and His Obedience. Our very brief stay in this world is to prepare for the Hereafter and to strive to accumulate the fabulous and unbelievable assets in the Paradise."

If you write something ridiculous enough people will believe it. My cousin will believe, I swear, just about anything, if not everything, people say about Islam and how it works. If you've heard about those Albanian terrorists trying to kill US soldiers, the way he spoke about it he like wanted it to happen. Obviously 'it is written' means it was written by a god damned person, as soon as you connect some ridiculous thought to religion like, say, 90,000 years of 'good deeds' people will believe it. Listen to this to see how ridiculous it gets, my cousin told me that Muslims brought pieces of Muhammad's hair to the Mosque, and actually believes that this holy hair still grows! Try to imagine me, now. I'm absolutely baffled and I can't write enough to show you how ridiculous I think it is. My mind is having a brainstorm, it's absolutely retarded. Now, if you told him this in another scenario like, "Yo, imagine if you cut Chuck Norris' hair and it still grew," he'd probably laugh and tell you how ridiculous that sounds. But as soon as you add the religious element to it, "o0o0o0o man I don't know that's some deep shish, very mysterious, don't even try to comprehend it, because we shouldn't it's out of our realm."

Why would 'God' allow such stupidity to reign? There just isn't one. Man invented God. It's their attempt to explain the cosmos. It's no wonder why our irrational and superstitious ancestors made Him out to be just like them -- absolutely retarded.

Like xkcd says, "Science. It works, bitches." I love you, science.

BBL

Well I'm done with school and embarrassed/disappointed with my performance, but that's okay. You see, at least I now understand what it really takes. I need to put all of my effort into school and stop fooling around. Some say I should get a hobby and are baffled when I tell them I read -- a lot. (Well that may not necessarily be the case just yet, as I've only begun) My hobby, no, my passion, is evolution: everything that encompasses the theory, and its utterly remarkable profundities. This is what I've been looking for my whole life -- understanding. How much more spectacular and gratifying it is than kneeling submissively daily like a tool.

Anyway, I love it. In fact, I'm reading Breaking the Spell at the moment and have a yellow sheet emblazoned with thoughts to blog about that I should delay since this book is great.

There's a weird feeling I have that keeps me going. It really was as if I was destined to do something grand. You know, ever since I was a child I just wanted to be ... important. I suppose if you think about it from a psychological perspective, I'm this self-conscious person. I want to be the best at something, and I never could be. I love attention, although I very rarely get it. I remember a fellow lacrosse player, after winning a small grant of scholarship money from the team, said how happy I looked. It may have been nothing to him, but all of this attention and acknowledgment was really special -- I smile thinking about it. I like it that way though. It means I probably won't ever get tired of it, like celebrities. "Reality is nourishment, but people don't believe it." (Be back later.)