Happy Birthday To You Jesus

Dec. 25 is not the date mentioned in the Bible as the day of Jesus's birth; the Bible is actually silent on the day or the time of year when Mary was said to have given birth to him in Bethlehem. The earliest Christians did not celebrate his birth.

Orthodox Christmas day occurs today, January 7, because the Orthodox Church still chooses to celebrate the birth of Jesus as per the Julian calendar. The Gregorian calendar that is currently in use today led to a new Christmas Day on December 25 due to the addition of new elements that changed the calendar year.

The religion is the greatest bullshit story ever told. Religion has actually convinced you that there's an invisible God living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute, every day. And the invisible God has a special place for you if you don't follow him, the place full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever until the end of time.

But religion says... He loves you!

I know you are sincere, I know you believe in God, at least, you're trying to. You really, really do. You're trying to believe that there is a God, who created you in his own image and likeness, loves you very much. You're trying to believe that, but I got to tell you, the longer you live, the more you look around, the more you realize, something is fucked up.

You believe in God who could make good people as easily as bad, yet he preferred to make the bad ones. You believe in God who can make everyone happy, yet he never made a single person happy. Finally, with divine apology, he invites you... a poor, abused slave to worship him.

Something is wrong here.

My entire life journey has led me to this very moment in time. I finally arrived to a place where I am okay, we are all idiots. Like robots; programmed by this shitty society. So routinely, so weak. Masturbatory.

But you, you're too busy holding onto God's hand. Thinking how wonderful you are, how sensitive, how unique. You are not unique! The scenario of your life has already been written by others. You may know this but you don't care. Fuck it, you say. You are an ultimate cynic. That's how you live!

You worry, oooh, how you worry, twenty-six hours a day! And what do you worry about?... About "you"! What about "you"? What's in this shit for you? What's gonna happen to you?

Egomania! So horrendous. But fascinating!

Just like a greedy ape who reaches through an opening for a seed and cannot relinquish control and nothing will make him drop that seed, so you too, you are loving Jesus who is bleeding, nailed to the cross. That's your symbol, but the plastic or wooden Jesus is not a God.

Nothing exists, all is a dream. God, life, mankind, the world, the sun, moon, stars - all a dream, all without being or existence.

Strange, indeed, that you should not have seen so far that life is only a vision, fiction! The life is hysterically insane - constant struggle to earn money for surviving, fighting diseases, hunger, filth, poverty, pains, old age and what is awaiting on the end... the death. Holy Shit! If this is the best the God can do, I am not impressed. Results like these do not belong to a good  resume. This is the kind of shit you'd expect from an office bureaucrat with a bad attitude.

Do you see that your life is impossible except as a dream? Do you see that your life is pure insanity, the silly creation of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks. It is your dream, you are maker of it, but you lack the energy to understand that.

There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a very foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are just a thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wondering the empty eternities.