All the snot that dwells in close proximity to the brain, and which we eject, usually by blowing one’s nose, on a regular if not daily basis – how ironic and at the same time paradoxically indicative of the human condition, which is more complicated than words can describe.
All in all, I have always detested people who hold with ‘The Creator’, as though one should be grateful to such an entity – allegedly all-powerful – for life, irrespective of the countless afflictions, humiliations, disabilities, aches, pains, worries, fears, agonies, mental torments, etc., etc. which characterize it, even for comparatively fortunate people.
Really, it is enough to make one sick, to hear people going on about ‘The Creator’, as though it were some kind of benevolent Father-figure full of love for his creations, including women.
Well, let me say this: the sooner this attitude is not merely undermined but actively consigned to the rubbish heap of religious history, the better. Such a Creator, if it existed (which, in a manner of speaking, I guess it does, if rather more, I contend, in stellar than in solar terms) would be far more female than male in constitution and effectively equivalent not to God the Father (a convenient male-engineered subterfuge) but to what I habitually term Devil the Mother, meaning a stellar-like cosmic body at the roots not simply of the Cosmos but, by extrapolation, of nature and everything that naturally stems from nature in, for instance, animal or human guise.
A truly civilized kind, more superhuman than human, would know what to think of this paradoxical subterfuge and, in rejecting it, would turn towards what properly appertains to God or, more correctly, religion as a manifestation of metaphysics and not just any stage of metaphysics but, to anticipate the future, an ultimate (cyborgistic) stage of metaphysics commensurate with a metaphysical per se – namely, Heaven the Holy Soul and, by extrapolative implication, godliness and/or godfatherliness as the outer face, as it were, of Heaven, like candlelight to candle-flame.
But this would only apply to males, not to females, who more directly stem, after all, from Devil the Mother, or the so-called Father, Creator, Almighty, etc., whose beautiful free will, corresponding, in metachemistry, to power per se, has nothing whatsoever to do with the truthful free soul of graceful contentment which I have termed Heaven the Holy Soul, and know to be metaphysical.
Such an ultimate state-of-affairs, appertaining to ‘Kingdom Come’, so to speak, would have more to do with the attainment to an Ultimate Creation in supreme being (for the metaphysical) than with any traditional worship of the primal doing (on a metachemical basis) of the so-called Creator, which, as alluded to above, would have to have been consigned to the proverbial rubbish heap of history in order that its omega antithesis could be developed and properly established as the form of true religion, of religion that is completely independent of Creatorism, so to speak, and, hence, of the falsehood of Devil the Mother hyped as God the Father.