What a Life

We live on a speck of dust among the galaxies of which there exist billions of them comprising the universe.

Life itself seems to be a product, if not the result of a – disease. Drug addiction is a disease. Alcoholism is a disease. Eating, copulating, walking, breathing, sleeping, and indeed, even thinking, learning, etc, is a disease.

Consider the day we are born: we begin to live in a dying body. In fact, life itself is a sexually transmitted disease with a mortality rate of 100 per cent.

Now the religious morons tell me that God made man in His own image and likeness. Well, if we were the Sick Man of Asia, isn’t it because we were created in the image and likeness of a sick God? Poch Suzara