The reason why I returned in a premature time is because I must not let this idea slip away from my mind. It just really makes me sick to see those people who might be connected to Marshall Applewhite, Jim Jones, Napoleon Bonaparte, and of course, to our very own Mike "the bankrupt businessman turned multimillionaire pastor" Velarde. Heck, I wonder how do their VMAT2 gene malfunctioned?
They seem to be everywhere; voices on radio, faces on television sets, prints, and even on this damn internet. I thought that this is the only place where I will not see faces of such inflatable hippies. But this damn thing proved me wrong. They're all over the world.
Many people tried to play their godly roles; thinking that they could pay the price of wearing "ultra-electro-divine robes" and wave their hands to those who believe in them. But, can they really multiply the bread and feed a thousand men or change the water into wine?
Self-righteousness kills, that's what my mother reminds me. And I don't want to be incorporated with people like them, or including "him" and his stupidity. Why the hell should I name him? He's "not" a human anymore but a self-proclaimed vain god disguised in some hideous armor.
Why do so many people wanted to be a god? Didn't they learn from allegories of their pristine childhood days that humility and silence will save their stupid arses? I can still remember the parting words from our former professor, Atty. Lopez. "Little knowledge is dangerous," he said. And until now, those words are still intact in my head. And that serves as a warning signal when I'm starting to become inhuman (I think they're not humans, really) and losing my rationality.
Perhaps, my God may be sighing right now because He is disappointed with those kind of people who wanted to overthrow him from the divinest throne in the word of the metaphysical, or wherever He is. But, no god fears a mortal because he is one step higher than mere humans.
Self-apotheosis is not really a term for ascension from humanity to divinity. Rather than being deified, it suggests that one is trying to superimpose himself to the society that he is an epitome of abilities (whether innate or learned). Since people will be amazed with his circus skills, he will, most likely, will be praised and become a "cult classic" like Jack Skellington, which is the center of the "squatter emo subculture" here in the Philippines.
According to Mead, a sociologist, the self begins at privileged, central position in a person's world. Young children picture themselves as the focus of everything around them, and cannot accept the perspectives of others.
After this stage, Cooley said that as we mature per se, we start to heed the reactions of others regarding our image on their eyes. And hearing such statements, mockeries, curses and sugarcoated satires, we will learn who we are and start to adjust for the society to accept us. This is the process of adaptation for a person to survive; placing a Darwinian concept in the gist of the discourse. This is progress.
But a person like him dates back to Mead's theory of the self. He returns to his child-ish attitude of being self-centered. So if he is becoming a retrogressive person, then that makes him a retard genius. Irony, eh?
Well, it doesn't mean that he has genuine skills, he can look down on people and deprive others from imitating him. Well, that is a false god; a mere poser; a pastor who reads his bible backwards; a narcissitic walking turbine; a being zombiefied by self-righteousness; not a god.
Since I have mentioned the idea of a divine being here, one may ask if I do believe in such a thing. My answer is a yes. Well, if you're looking for an argument if God exists, sorry, I won't accept such debates. Although I don't believe on some supernatural-divine phenomena like healing water, blood-tearing statues, curing priests, and other beyond natural realm's reality, I do believe in an existence of a divine being, and that is my personal God, which is the Christian God.
Are you going to tell me that a god does not exist? Well, I'll stick on Pascal's Wager and give it a shot. He is right, for me. Because if you believe and live as if God exists, then you will be rewarded. On the other hand, if He does not exist, then you neither gain nor lose. However, if you do not believe in God and he exists, then say goodbye for you will never know paradise for good. That's my way of life, a gamble, an existence played by heads and tails.
Well, to that guy (and all of those guys who wanted to be god-like), better loosen your shiny later or you will choke on your own vomit, just like what happened to Bon Scott. However, if you really wanted to fit in a god's shoe, prepare for a war. Because you might end up fighting Zeus. Or you can go to the keyboard, play Blizzard games, and type either power overwhelming or whosyourdaddy. In that way, you can acquire your aspired divinity in a cheap way.
Well, it really feels good to go back whence I wanted to be. And a comeback entry is just like a penalty for leaving this really good place.
By the way, I changed my blog's name from Carcinogen Crush to I, the Iconoclast because I wanted to be one. What will come into your mind is the heretic movement, I bet. Well, you're wrong. I wanted to destroy because I wanted to build, and that's what my idea of iconoclasm is.
Well, hope you loved every word of this entry.
Goodbye!
P.S.
I've learned that my lineage was from Italy. My father's mother presented me some documents regaring the passes needed for immigrants to live here, similar to a Green Card in the United States. Also, she said that it is apparent in my name: my first name Dino, is Italian in origin, and my surname, Testa, also an Italian. So, to you fake god who wanted to be worshipped by those blindfolded trulls like you, all I can say is Vaffanculo! LOL
