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The end? And..?

All weekend I spend in Art Festival. Either way ironic - the ratio of visited galleries and consumed cocktails to me is not as pleasant and other events make me want to go by sea to carry out a logo analysis and build my priority card house, and amnesia would be beneficial and helpful.

I spent a lot of time with one great girl who agrees with the excitement of the universe formula and also dreams to live in a post-apocalyptic world and dreams of the apocalypse at least once a week. It is good to meet the tribes.

But that's not about that. The same girl on the street inadvertently was forced to accept a leaflet from Jehova's witnesses, which we later examined in detail with the crew at the next bar.

A normal healthy citizen adhering to the frames of the society a bit shivers after hearing sentence The End, because any end of the world is somehow universally appreciated as a horrible thing. But that's the good news, Jehovist's paper with a beautiful illustration says: The End Is Soon! The end of suffering comes to the end. When Miss S read it out loud and thought, I asked all:

"Are you suffering now?"

And everyone started laughing because the only suffering of that afternoon was the uninhabited hangover. Maybe there's too much of hedonism.

 Later we said that the whole plan of salvation of the world and humanity is being developed in all religions and philosophies should look like terrible bullshit for any mentally empowered person.

 1. Save the planet. From what? What's wrong with the planet? Maybe go cool down and get some life?

 2. Humanity must be saved. From what? And [the most important] to whom?

I will tell you.

There will be no end of the world, you will all die before any great moment in your life, which depends on your lifestyle, genetics and a bit of circumstance. No one will save you because you don't need to be rescued because everything is as it should be and everything is DAMN GOOD! And if this is not the case, you are the only guilty person. However, if you are very afraid of life, you can always add your name to the list of any sects.

Have a good afternoon.


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