The Christian craves death more than anything in the world, for only in death can they come to know the God they spend their whole life only dreaming of. To the Christian, after all, God is the greatest celebrity the world has ever known, and their desire to meet so great a star surpasses all other desires combined. This is why Christianity has so often been referred to as a Cult of Death, a fanged wolf masquerading as the Lamb of Life.
The images used by Christianity are telling, in this respect. The cross, for example, is a dead tree, fashioned as a torture device by human hands, and upon which is executed a god in the form of a man. The Church that has reigned for the last two thousand years in the name of that heretic, has wrapped itself around the world, claiming that the blood of that heretic will give those who drink it, eternal life. This same church declares to know, "like God, good from evil," which is exactly what the serpent promised to all those who ate of the tree in the garden of Eden.
Yet none of this causes a single Christian to ever consider that they are more like Adam & Eve when they file dutifully into their churches around the world every Sunday, than like their Christ, who refused to accept the legitimacy of the Sanhedrin no less than he rejected the temptations of the devil in the desert. And not a single Christian dares to consider that their pope is the modern day equivalent of the serpent, even though his miter is so clearly shaped like the head of a cobra.
Yes, the Christian obeys their Church all their life, in the hope that eating and drinking of the fruit of that tree will surely make them "like God, knowing right from wrong," convinced that their willingness to "believe" such promises make them more like Christ than like Adam and Eve.
The images used by Christianity are telling, in this respect. The cross, for example, is a dead tree, fashioned as a torture device by human hands, and upon which is executed a god in the form of a man. The Church that has reigned for the last two thousand years in the name of that heretic, has wrapped itself around the world, claiming that the blood of that heretic will give those who drink it, eternal life. This same church declares to know, "like God, good from evil," which is exactly what the serpent promised to all those who ate of the tree in the garden of Eden.
Yet none of this causes a single Christian to ever consider that they are more like Adam & Eve when they file dutifully into their churches around the world every Sunday, than like their Christ, who refused to accept the legitimacy of the Sanhedrin no less than he rejected the temptations of the devil in the desert. And not a single Christian dares to consider that their pope is the modern day equivalent of the serpent, even though his miter is so clearly shaped like the head of a cobra.
Yes, the Christian obeys their Church all their life, in the hope that eating and drinking of the fruit of that tree will surely make them "like God, knowing right from wrong," convinced that their willingness to "believe" such promises make them more like Christ than like Adam and Eve.
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