Apologetics for Nothingness as a fact of Schizophrenia

Eugene 2.0

I think 9x was meaning it in terms of Buddhism.
And there are such classic phrases as
"If you see the Buddha on the road, kill him"
which can easily be misinterpreted in a variety
of ways.

For some this emptiness amounts to a permanent state of
being, which is pretty much nihilism. But all that nihilism
does is repress the biological instincts until they
actually become a subconscious over-riding desire.
It debases the mind entirely rather than fulfilling it.

I equate most forms of Buddhism as really being
"atheism dressed up to look like religion".

On the useful side of psychological nothingness,
its simply the positioning of the mind clear of
all extraneous "chatter". Its about being rid of
phobias and neuroses and pointless material ambitions.

Its not an absolute.
But just a comparatively cleansing.

This is not an end in itself, but part of the method
of finding a more divine purpose. For myself, well,
that purpose is clearly the cleansing of the atrocity
which is the education system, and legal system, and
now that specifically centers on quackery in general.
The caste of doctors being the definition of anti-wisdom.

But I do believe that its like chopping down a tree.
You need to focus on the weakest point in the
structure of academic atheism and its nihilist
infantile desires. Their masses of sheeple swarm around
a neurotic fear of death, and they desire their
savior, who is the the doctor coming to absolve
them of their sins... yes an old metaphoric
reworking of christianity, dressed up in a doctor's
uniform and its red cross or serpent symbols.

But the weakest point is the point where it
is undeniably wrong. The focus is academia as
the prime vehicle of brainwashing with repetitive
and useless jargon. But math, you see, REAL MATH
and specifically computational astrophysics
is where I can see without any doubt at all,
that the tree is rotten to the core.

But there are now serpents defending this
rotten tree of death, this cult of the dead,
in all its horrors and threats and superstitions;
little more than cannibalistic witch-doctors,
but dressed in squeaky clean whites, sanitizing
themselves of all life in a bid for a futile
bodily immortality.

And my tree-cutters axe becomes the axe of the
vikings - which is perhaps the definition of
the everythingness - passion - splendour,
and laughter, fearless - and violent too,
but honest

because ultimately we have to choose between
peace and truth

or their shadows:
lies and war

I'd rather fight for truth
than weakly submit to passive lies.

Either way, we die.
But which was the better life?