The Prodigal Son

My recent vitriolic reaction to what among the Jwz tribe no doubt passes for the quaintest normalcy clarified some things in my own mind. Let's unravel from this end :

Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.

“Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

“When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ So he got up and went to his father.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

“Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

“The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

“‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”

To make the matter perfectly clear : if I'm the Roman consul in Judeea and this Jew comes to me to complain that his father split up the inheritance as discussed above and then stole a fattened calf off his son's property and used it in the manner described, I'm going to have both father and prodigal son hanged from the same branch the very same day. And they can fucking rejoice there together whatever the fuck they're rejoicing about, utter scumbags unfit for living among people that they are.

Which brings the matter home, I would expect. The female fancy, be it robed in religion or presented as fiction or in whatever manner is always and forever built around "We are all" bla bla.

The fact of the matter however is that there's no "We are all". The only "we" leads a "we are each", and it goes like so : we are each captive within himself, forever. Everyone dies alone. Crossage of the interpersonal barrier is a delusion in all cases ; while it's true that delusions are by their nature sweet, it's not true that sweetness enacts reality.

Existentialism is too "cold", or for some other idiot (ie, emotional) reason unpalatable to womanhood, and so means and ways to enshrine the alternative fiction are always sought, and constantly proposed. Who knows, maybe you'll buy one of them ? Or another ? Maybe you could become a woman, and wallow in wholly imagined "community", hallucinated "one-ness with the universe", there's a whole fucking slew of these. Anything you'd like, anything at all will be fine. They're all just as good, really, just as long as you don't stick to reality it's all gravy as far as they're concerned.

They're all utterly transparent, too. It says "we are all god's children" rather than "we are each god's children" for a fucking reason, after all. It's all strictly about denying individuality (as if such could be deniable!), and replacing it with an imaginary -- and therefore, at least to the lazy minded, friendlier -- alternative. Which is always the same thing with itself, as it always consists of proposing everyone's the same thing.

I can't stand it. I can't stand it as socialism, I can't stand it as religion, I can't stand it as domestic misbehaviour. I can't stand it anywhere ; I can't stand it at all.

The best way to ruin your reputation, hard earned through diligent labour and technical merit, is to engage in prodigal son idiocy. Do the "we are all" bullshit and I'll certainly hate your guts.

I'll hate your guts, and that hatred will provide you with a lot more micromorts than anything the Celestial Teapot could ever compensate for. But such is reality, and who needs reality when you've got fiction!11