My Anger

Obviously not a good title, but the anger indeed tends to be there. It's just usually subtle :)

 The following are the stimuli to this post:

 1. Elad Nehorai tweeted: https://twitter.com/PopChassid/status/696450168032468993

 "Ever had an idea you REALLY wished someone would write about? That means you're supposed to write it."

 2. There exists a passage in Likutei Moharan describing how one kingdom descends into four evil ones. 

There exists a scene in MagicDuel, the Trial of Agony, where there are four trees, and a stump. Next to the stump is a skull. Hanging on the trees are three living, but tortured, humans.

3. In the story of "The Sophisticate and the Simpleton", in the end, the Sophisticate is in a quicksand pit, being tortured by the (Jewish) "Devil" and his assistants. He thinks they are human beings even as they exhibit inhuman qualities.

 "Fool! You still think these are human beings?" He requires special help to leave the situation he finds himself in.

4. https://www.reddit.com/r/DebateReligion/comments/44i197/an_argument_for_strong_atheism/


 I know the refutation here, that no "creation" as defined can be true, and in fact the "creation" we are in is not true. If "create" is replaced with "exist", we have the exact framework for which Mur writes "To understand God, you must understand he doesn't exist".

Maimonides also says quite clearly G-d's existence is not like the existence of other things, i.e. really it should have a different name. Actually, the words he uses are "his being found". :D

But I can't write it in words for anyone else, only for myself.

"I wake you up by speaking what you cannot understand" -- The Tallest Man on Earth

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There are fears about which we write "do not inquire"
"All who go to her, never return"

I was nursed on this truth from before I can remember
 I was nursed on this most useless, most crippling of knowledge.

 I can't move any more.
 I hope only to He who does Not Exist, only to He who is True.

 Is it your fault, or mine? I don't know what I did.
 I wasn't twenty yet, so I don't know.

Using the words of the dead man's skull, the only king I've ever met...
He escaped, he learned that some men are just trees twisted into a cruel face.

I don't need a giant, I don't need a tree, I don't need a beast or a bird or a wind
These are all too cruel.

 Take me to Where does Not Exist
Take me home again
Death is not enough today
I must live and forget life
Take away my time, give me yours...