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The world

Abstraction. The world is fucking amazing. I don't believe in god, I believe in love, a human creation. What people call god I call the world: all of this, the universe, everything that exists. Leela. It doesn't need a creator. Why make one up? The world just is. God is a human creation too, an abstraction we made up to fill a fearful void: a world that was never created. Time that is simply infinite, no beginning or end. That makes our puny minds squeal and run for refuge in an imaginary god. Human minds fixate on abstractions, but they're just empty words about words.

The world actually exists. It's pathetically obvious that god is a human creation, created differently in each language and culture to suit the needs of the god creators. God creators create gods to get things done, i.e. to get money or power. Love is a human creation too, but love isn't created out of words, in the head. Love is mutually created between two people who pay attention to each other and care about each other, and no words are required. With all the splendor of the world, why keep making up fictitious entities? What's the point? Isn't this enough?