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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

How Absurd?

   "Have you seen what Professor Deus is doing with the creation of his universes?" Asked one enlightened entity.
   "Not really. Why don't you tell me a little about it." Answered the second enlightened one.
   "Well, the little organisms, which become self conscious, from one star system to the next, do the usual. They build empires, forge alliances, and wage war. They forge weapons, from the time they can carry, what they call sticks, to sophisticated fusion armament, to mind control over the weaker minds of the species. They do this for a piece of a planet or planetary system. Rocks that they can make shiny and call them valuable. And liquids which fuel their weaponry, that one alliance has which another doesn't." The first enlightened entity told the other.
   "Is he still making conscious life forms?" Asked the second entity. Like it was so passé.
   "Yes. But get this." The first entity said with a smile. "One of the smallest planets, towards the outer reaches of a spiral galaxy, still in its primitive fusion state of advancement, has some how decided that Professor Deus exists. Almost all the puny minds agree that he exists, but they can't agree how or in what fashion. They actually wage war over who is right."
   "How absurd?" Replied the second entity with an equally wry smile.
   He pauses for a moment, then asks his friend, "What do they do with this knowledge, the knowing of Deus?"
    "They praise him. They refer to it as, religion. And they call Deus, God." The entity answered.
    The second enlightened one thought about this for a moment, then asked the other enlightened one, "And they wage war over who is right about Deus?"
    "Yes." The first entity answered.
    "How absurd?" Said the second one.

   This is,
Deus Is Latin For God,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: The only proof he needed for the existence of God, was music.”
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr. -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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