Rough Draft
I guess I'd call me crazy too.
Sometimes I have trouble believing myself. I don't think it's so much of an issue of my state of mind more that it is a state of hope.
Of faith.
Either you have it or you don't. But thinking about it, let me cross that out. It's not a question of faith. It's not a question of belief or tribute to your leader, to your God or your savior. It's in fact, a simple question of your fear.
Do you fear what's to come?
No matter what we do on earth, we all meet the same end. We will all gather at the gates of pergatory and will be judged. And whether you want to believe it or not, you WILL be judged. Which is kind of funny considering religion teaches us not to judge our fellow man and yet the Gods will judge us amongst all men...
But here's the food for thought that tickles even the minds of all believers: Why? Why be judged? What difference does it make if I'm burning in hell or chilling in heaven?
Life's goal is easy, and people still don't get it; LIVE! When you're dead, you have nothing to live for... because you're dead. The only reason God preserves your soul is to protect the living.
From the dead.
Heaven isn't all it's cracked up to be. The only advantage you have to serving in heaven is God, who is almighty, all powerful, all wonderful, all whatever you make him out to be. Serving in hell, the all evil, all destructive, all crucifying, all bleeding, all burning Devil, however, is a force that cannot be beaten by God alone. And I'm telling you now, almighty may not be able to withstand all destructive in time to come.
Heaven and Hell isn't a place where the good and evil go to be pleased and punished. Heaven and Hell are places where those fortunate enough to have lived go to serve and protect those fortunate enough to still have their lives.
It's the opposing forces of a battleground. And the fight is for earth. Hard to take in? Let me explain...
Nobody has ever analyzed the origin of God. It's easy. He was born. Science gave birth to God (technically speaking) when molecules and atoms formed to create an all-powerful body that would envision life as we know it. And just like all beings born, they grow, age, develop, and - most importantly - mature. But science had no limits when it created God. God was formed without any knowledge.
And like any anxious toddler, God began to build the heavens, the earth, the creatures - ever design another abstract painting in his head which he could bring to life. Imagine, a child with a pen that can bring every imaginable form to life. But a child without knowledge makes mistakes. A child without fear creates evil. Creates hate. Creates things that can't be erased until the destruction of mankind.
And God, being old and wise and... well, God, wouldn't destroy man for a few mishaps. A bad egg in a dozen is still worth the cost of a dozen. And this is why he fights.
God created hell last. A place where all the evil people who died would be isolated from the good. And being separated from happiness could only make the evil weak and want to turn good. Instead of viewing hell as a prison, view it as an institution for the sick to get well. But as time progressed, and technology developed, more and more people took the sinful routes in life because they were easier. And the isolation from the good became smaller as the gathering of the evil began to take form.
The devil, as you should know, was just an angel. An angel who disagreed with God's words. And, being the first being created, God can be nothing but infallible. So any question of his word was a fight. Was a challenge. Was destruction. God's a little cocky and takes grave offense if something is disagreed with. So, God sent the archangel to hell to be in isolation, before anybody else inhabited the depths of the fires.
And the archangel ruled. Alone. Scared. And Angry.
He ruled.
Like any child, when a work of their's is complete, they feel proud. They show their parents. They feel appreciation. If the work is bashed, the child is shattered. The parents, in an essence, destroy their child along with the mishaped artwork.
Imagine your child's work is earth.
Imagine your child is God.
As much as we like to think that we are God's children, we're not. We're God's parents. We are here, to ensure his survival through our being. If we were to die, there would be no God. No heaven. No hell. Nothing.
Being in hell makes one wonder whether living a miserable life was a good idea. And whether any pain experienced could surmount to the torcherous black of hell.
We are dying in sin. We are forcing ourselves to work for the devil. We aren't giving God hope. And when working for the devil, there is no misery in losing a war against God.
Win the fight, and there is nothing. Earth, God, Life - it all vanishes as if it was never there. Especially hell. And who knows if science will start evolution again. Lose the battle, and the forces of good make you nothing. No more hell.
We're worried about ice caps melting, the ozone dissapating, even meteors crashing into us. Is it scarier knowing that you can die and serve later? Or serve later and risk extinction of God. Risk everything to possibly turn out nothing. What happens when the day comes that we fear for out lives of killer bees, and instead of the hives swarming us, the moons and the suns just stop. The earth stops rotating, and the wind stops blowing. Animals stop feeding and plants stop breathing. Life is just over, and there was no warning, no explaination, and no way to ever find out why everything is just black.
No warning - except for this.
Who are you dying for?
Crazy? It won't matter when we're nothing.