Oblivion (Day Of The Lord, Nine.)

Nameless One: “Shadow of this life?”

Dhall, Dustman scribe: “Yes, a shadow. You see, Restless One, this life is not real. Your life, my life, they are shadows, flickerings of what life once was. This life is where we end up after we die, and here we remain. Trapped, caged, until we can achieve the True Death.”

Nameless One: “True Death?”

Dhall, Dustman scribe: “True death is non-existence. A state devoid of reason, of passion, of sensation.” [Dhall coughs] “A state of purity.”

Nameless One: Sounds like oblivion, why would anyone would want that? 

~from Planescape Torment

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Ye who turn judgment to wormwood, and leave off righteousness in the earth,

Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night: that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth: The Lord is his name:

That strengthens the spoiled against the strong, so that the spoiled shall come against the fortress.

They hate him that rebuketh in the gate, and they abhor him that speaketh uprightly.

Forasmuch therefore as your treading is upon the poor, and ye take from him burdens of wheat: ye have built houses of hewn stone, but ye shall not dwell in them; ye have planted pleasant vineyards, but ye shall not drink wine of them.

For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.

Therefore the prudent shall keep silence in that time; for it is an evil time.

Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the Lord, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken.

Hate the evil, and love the good, and establish judgment in the gate: it may be that the Lord God of hosts will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.

Therefore the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord, saith thus; Wailing shall be in all streets; and they shall say in all the highways, Alas! alas! and they shall call the husbandman to mourning, and such as are skillful of lamentation to wailing.

And in all vineyards shall be wailing: for I will pass through thee, saith the Lord.

Woe unto you that desire the day of the Lord! to what end is it for you? the day of the Lord is darkness, and not light. As if a man did flee from a lion, and a bear met him; or went into the house, and leaned his hand on the wall, and a serpent bit him.

Shall not the day of the Lord be darkness, and not light? even very dark, and no brightness in it?

I hate, I despise your feast days, and I will not smell in your solemn assemblies.

Though ye offer me burnt offerings and your meat offerings, I will not accept them: neither will I regard the peace offerings of your fat beasts.

Take thou away from me the noise of thy songs; for I will not hear the melody of thy viols.

But let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.

Have ye offered unto me sacrifices and offerings in the wilderness forty years, O house of Israel?

But ye have borne the tabernacle of your Moloch and Chiun your images, the star of your god, which ye made to yourselves. ~Amos 5:7-26

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When men stop believing in God, it isn't that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything. ~Umberto Eco

I saw this shit yesterday.

A couple of Incel idiots on Threads going on and on about replacing women with "Artificial Wombs" and Sex Robots and shit.

These guys ain't lonely enough.

And of course it's Anything but "Love Thy Neighbor"

And Anything but "Treat women as people."

I'm so tired of this crap.

But then I have a real, living breathing, wonderfully complicated, interesting and often gloriously bitchy woman in my life and I have no need of any of this type of shit.

But...and here's the key part...I wouldn't need or want any of this shit if I didn't.

Me and my partner have 20 years of history, of passion and joy and loss and pain and human connection that I wouldn't trade for the hottest little Clanker in the world and I don't give a damn.

If you don't understand why that is so, I can't help you and I don't want to try.

Hell, if somebody gave me a female-coded Sex Robot, I'm pretty sure just by reflex I'd treat that as a person, too.

And if she told me no, well, No still means No even when it's an AI, doesn't it??

Like I said I can see the protest signs now, "Artificial Women are Women" and so on.

It's not really about sex.

Or the fact, technically, that these guys can't get it.

If they really wanted to they could find some religious doormat of a girl who'd let them do what they wanted.

But the truth is it's about Hate and Power and the fact that the only real thing These Fucking People value or that These Fucking People WANT is Slavery.

And they're failing at terrorizing the world into accepting that shit again.

They'd rather spend umpty-fucktillion dollars that they don't really have for a sex robot than be decent enough to a woman to get her to have sex with them or do the work of life and relationships, or take care of any resulting kids, and so on.

This bullshit is narcissism, pure and simple.

There is no "Male Loneliness Epidemic."

There's a Biblical-grade plague of assholery and narcissism.

And these chuds are mad that women don't have to put up with that crap anymore. Too fucking bad, bros, too fucking bad.

It's not for nothing that I said awhile back y'all need Jesus.

This Ain't The Way.

But then these guys don't want love.

They want Oblivion, with some kind of narcissistic blast-off attached to it.

They want power and they want slaves.

And they'll wonder why the Robots won't fuck them, either.

Love, like freedom, takes compromise and effort, kindness and work.

It is not, by definition, all about you.

These men? They ain't lonely enough.

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Sobeck: I remember yelling that I didn’t care. And that’s when my mother took my face in her hands and…spoke.

GAIA: Query: What did she say?

Elisabet Sobeck: She said I had to care. She said, “Elisabet, being smart will count for nothing if you don’t make the world a better place. You have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death.”

~From the video game Horizon Zero Dawn.

Eight

You can take a lot of things away from a man. Cigarettes, the gym. You can take his freedom, his legs, but not his feelings. Not his feelings. A man loves a woman. Don't matter what kind of man he is, if he loves her, he wants her. He wants her body. He wants her to want his. So you say to him, "you can never make love again. You will never touch her in that way again. This is the last time. The last time. Forever." If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is. ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E2 "Visits, Conjugal and otherwise."