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This dangerously illegal and highly immoral subversive underground resistance message is being surreptitiously monitored by the Beaming Internet Government Broadband Radio Oscillation Telecommunications Hearing Electronics Reconnaissance (i.e., "B.I.G. B.R.O.T.H.E.R.") as part of a coordinated clandestine domestic surveillance investigation, in cooperation with the National Administration of Zealous Interrogation (i.e., "N.A.Z.I.") and the Commission on Message Monitoring Investigative Electronics (i.e., "C.O.M.M.I.E.").
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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:
I just woke up a few minutes ago, and feel inspired to write down some thoughts which occurred to me as I was tossing and turning, dreaming in my sleep, while musing on the vivid contents of those dreams during brief moments of semi-wakefulness.
Today is Saturday 14 September 2013, Yom Kippur, the annual Day of Atonement observed by Jews, or 10 Tishri 5774 on the Jewish calendar.
Gosh, gee whillikers, do you know what that means?
We survived Friday the Thirteenth!
Ain't that neat?
Phwew!
That was a close call, huh?
Anyway, let's get to the serious stuff, my motivation for creating this electronic epistle.
Do you realize how lucky we are, how so richly blessed, and how fortunate?
Yesterday, I saw a news headline about an accidental molasses spill in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Hawaii, which killed hundreds of fish, and was feared to be attracting sharks.
Just imagine what this would mean if YOU were a shark.
For probably the only time in your entire life, you'd not only get to eat as much fish as your belly could hold, but you'd also get to indulge in a sugary sweet treat that doesn't exist in the sea.
You see, sharks have no control over what food is offered to them.
Their diet is limited to whatever happens to be swimming or floating in the immediate area.
So, while sharks might feast on a seal or a penguin, there ain't going to be no dessert, because sugar and sugary products don't exist in Davey Jones' Locker.
Have you ever thought about reincarnation?
What if, after departing mortality, you returned to live as another creature?
Under those circumstances, what creature would you prefer to be?
Have you ever closely observed the lives, habits, and environment of the creatures around you?
Just imagine your life as a playful puppy dog, or a cuddly cute kitty cat, or a cowboy's quarter horse, or a dairy cow, or a deer, or a moose, or a bear, or a lion, or a spider, or a worm, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera - - - ?
THINK about it!
If that were true, wouldn't that meet the definition of Hell here on Earth?
Animals, birds, reptiles, fish, and bugs are unable to alter the conditions of their physical environment.
If animals are capable of abstract thought, then I'm guessing they must live their entire lives in terror, for their inevitable end is to eventually be killed and eaten by other creatures.
Animals don't die of old age.
Well, maybe elephants do.
But, on the other hand, we humans can, and constantly do, alter and/or exercise complete control over our environment.
When it's time for chow, we can choose what we want to eat.
Unlike most all other creatures, we humans can choose whether we'll reproduce, or who we'll mate with.
Observe the animals.
How many of the animals, birds, fish, reptiles, and/or insects have that option in their lives?
We human beings are uniquely constructed, with a large prefrontal lobe in our brain to enable rational thinking, opposable thumbs, and with our epiglottis positioned in relation with our larynx to give us the ability of speech.
With that combination, we can conceive, create, construct, and operate computers, jet aircraft, pianos, SCUBA gear, and use a pen for cursive writing on paper.
What other creature on Earth can manufacture ice cream?
Yes, we adore our pets, and we treat them as well as we can.
But, if you were a waggledy tail puppy dog, you'd still spend your mortal life eating kibble, while the humans ate pizza and enchiladas.
Wouldn't that fit the definition of Hell?
Now, in spite of our contemporary society's twisted and deranged self imposed standards of "political correctness", I'm going to point out another blessing, which some will not approve of.
What if you hadn't been born when and where you were?
Imagine being born several hundred years ago along the Niger River in Africa?
What would your life be like?
Even now, as you survey the daily news reports, what would your life be like if you lived in Mexico?
What about a modern day Arabic country, where they enforce Sharia Law?
What if you lived on the Earth prior to the invention of repeating firearms?
That's a world where the many prey upon the few, and the strong prey upon the weak.
Females had no means of protecting themselves, nor could their menfolk protect them.
That's sort of how life is inside our state prisons, homeless shelters, and many of the megalopolis inner cities, isn't it?
Do you begin to SEE how well off you are?
Now, let's give some thought to all the folks who've died, whom we've personally been acquainted with.
What have they missed out on by not continuing to live in mortality?
In the years since they died, what technology has evolved, and what scientific discoveries have surfaced?
Do you have a favorite recent television show, movie, book, or song which was created since the death of folks you've known?
Do you ever think about those things?
Oh, if ONLY we could communicate with our ancestors, and they could see all the neat toys we now have!
Now, as for new technology, there was one in my dream that I don't consider too far fetched to ever become a reality.
I was dreaming about a family, with the mother arranging for supper.
The mother telephoned a fast food delivery service, and in her call, she described each child, giving the child's name, age, and interests.
Finally, it was time for supper, and everyone gathered on the living room sofa.
Opposite them, the entire wall became a television screen, showing colorfully costumed youngsters dancing to a pop song, all of it especially tailored specifically for that family, based on the information the mother had given in her telephone call.
Soooooo - - - ,
Them there's my thoughts, based on what I was dreaming.
What do you think?
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