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not happy with the idea that when the heart stops & the brain shuts down, the personality ends & nothing follows, s/he wants options--- in fact, s/he is simply one in a series of zillions of humans that have lived & died, all wanting more, all wanting for it not to be so cut & dry, all wanting for their own lives to be special & for a world with options to give them meaning. s/he invests his/her energy in the “spiritual” & s/he keeps a group of those who want the same around him/her in order to provide a comfort, to provide a support group in the wanting of options in a life bound for destruction of the self. unsatisfied with those around him/her that do not want options, that do not need options, or who make their way upon the earth with destruction of others as their only motivation for living, this believer, this self-illusionist finds him/herself wanting more than options out of dying, but rather to hold those alive that do not want what s/he wants accountable. pointing a finger of self-righteousness & wanting a lightning bolt from the sky to ignite that place in which that finger is pointing, s/he waits quietly for things to go his/her way, s/he spends his/her time waiting with folded arms of “justice”--- that of which s/he read in a book, a book crafted by charlatans thousands of years ago & this same book is supposed to give him/her options.

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