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The Book of Zesh Bombas
A gospel from the depths of sorrow


Let me begin by saying we are never what we think we are. We are just what we are. What we are is meaningless until we find peace. In this world there is no peace, just a calm before the coming storm. Humans think that they are one unit but in fact we are not and have never been one unit. We are a collective that has forgotten what it is. None of us are special, different or even mundane. We are just what we are. In truth we could be gods, but for now we nothing more then a virus that is killing it's host too quickly to spread. We are a virus that is bound to one host, our home is this earth. We are infants that may yet be stillborn. But there  is hope. Like any single celled organism we can and do evolve, but we are conceited and foolish enough to think we can divide and continue to live. We are one body, one mind, one soul. We are also crazy beyond understanding. There is life out there, and we would be foolish to believe otherwise, but if you could conquer the stars and survive in the most harsh of environments and live long enough to travel between the endlessness of space would you talk to a puddle filled with maggots? That is the level of difference between us and what ever is out there. It's not that we don't have resources or even value, we just don't have what who ever is out there gives a damn about. There are stories of aliens coming to earth to give us wisdom, but we worshiped them instead. Perhaps they gave up on us, perhaps they never where. In any case we have to remember we are one being, and we are worthless in the state we are in to any powerful thinking creature. We could not be slaves because there is no need for them out there. We could not be thinkers because we are insane. We could not be doctors because our medicine is mostly just guesses in many fields. We treat the symptoms not the disorder, and then we charge outrageous prices for just covering up the problem and letting the it fester. We charge ourselves for letting our wounds fester! Don't know what I mean human? Look at cancer treatments, we damn near kill you to cure you! Look at diabetes, we give you artificial insulin instead of helping your body make more or absorb the insulin you already make! And for the most different and divergent of us, those that should be helped most of all, the ones we call mentally ill, we drug till they can not function. We claim to help all these people, yet we take so much from them as we do so. This is not help this is extortion of a captive audience. What are you going to do, die of cancer or it's treatments, let your body rot from diabetes, or let your mind devolve till you are not you any more? Medicine is a foul demon that claims to be on your side. It is only on your side till you can't pay the bill! And even when you pay the bill you come out scared and in some cases barely alive.

We are nothing special because few of us see things for how they are, and the ones that see the truth are branded mad men. Those that are awake are treated as if they are an insult to those around them who are still asleep. We are cattle for those that are childish enough to call themselves master. We are too trusting to the wolves that feed on their own kind. We seek the shelter of the shepherd yet we forget that we are to be eaten when we no longer serve any purpose. For fucks sake one of our dominate religions has their god set up as one such shepherd! We beg for slaughter as if it's our purpose. We look forward to death as if it's a reward for our pain. This is madness, yet I am the one called insane.



We live our lives watching others fulfill our dreams while we toil in mundane labor as those above us hand down wealth generation to generation and from bloodline to bloodline. The masters of this world hand the rains of their power to their children who have done nothing to earn such pull on us. They are the royalty of our planet through monetary wealth alone, their monetary wealth makes them our monarchs, we have let those who have horded so much money that they have impoverished all of us to rule us as if they deserved it. They need to go away. We need to be given our freedom back. There are only a hand full of corporations that control most of what we buy see and do. Follow the money my friend, I'm not going to paint a picture for you. But until you do your research then let me be honest with you, we are all slaves to those who own the corporations. We take money from one person and hand it back to that same person or one of his friends. Most of us do not own money, instead we owe debt to the ones that do. No conspiracy here, just honesty. The banks charge more for the money that they hand out then is in circulation, say there is a hypothetical economy of three dollars. I lone you two dollars, you owe me four dollars in interest. Where did that extra dollar come from? It came from nowhere. I printed it out when you agreed to pay more then what I gave you. This is what we are doing, private banks need to be ended. Let the government control our banks and hand out zero interest loans. Another thing we need to work on is the fact that we will let a house rot because no one can afford it. We would rather let a homeless man live in a gutter then let him have an empty house. We are a virus are you seeing it yet? We will let those that have paper in their pocket take control of our governments. We give too much sway to emotion in global interaction. We are insane, emotion has no purpose when deciding the fates of the young in our armies. The elites see them as troops, but we see them as our brothers. So too does the others side, yet we forget that those we kill are brothers fathers and sons. We don't think because it's easier to do what we are told. We are a race of cowards and yes men willing to kill our own brother for a buck or a barrel of oil. We fight over resources that in all honestly belong to all of us, yet we let the greedy play a fucking game of blood with our lives for these resources. We are not pawns and we are not kings, we are just what we are and we are , we are filth! This is why we are alone and it will be the reason we die unless we can change.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Sadly this is not porn. My mind is full of all sorts of things and yes I am working on a porn story but it's a bit daunting what I am trying to put to pen. However that is not to say I don't have anything worth posting, I like to think of myself as a hobbyist in philosophy. I have no formal training and I've not studied the great minds of the past. I am merely me, and I wouldn't dare try to be someone els. The greats of the past have had their say, I seek to have my own voice heard as well. I know this is Inkbunny, I know this is mostly a porn site, but fuck it I'm going to post this hear anyway. This place has become a place of joy for me. Other people may look upon what kind of things get posted here and see it as the worse kind of filth. They can no understand what kind of place this is. Granted what goes on here isn't for every one, but it is a safe place none the less. We are good people here, we may have our demons but we seek to make what is dark in us a place of light and safety. We are not monsters and we don't want to be monsters. This is my first post and it has nothing to do with porn and thats alright. In the end I hope others share my viewpoints no matter how depressing they may be. I will post other depressing viewpoints such as those found in this post but I post them out of hope. We don't have to be what I see, we still have time to change and will continue to have time to change as long as there is enough of us to continue the human race. What we have became kills me inside as I feel we could be so much more. Thank you for taking the time to read this file, it's just four pages long but more will follow and with a much smaller description then this one. Stay safe and try to enjoy life where you can.

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Shakunabat
9 months ago
100 views and 1 favorite GG
JohnSamer98
8 months, 1 week ago
Fair words, poor sentiment.

I as a genuinely mentally ill individual in that I literally cannot function without medication and yes I'm sure see huge holes in your argument and offer this alternative hypothesis. Though you may not see it every individual is simply trying to get by, simply trying to exist. We are a bacteria and as such we're not built with cosmic understanding, we can only see as far as our own needs and those who think otherwise might need to sit and think about it a while about whether they do things purely for other's benefit or in some way to help themselves either for their own peace of mind or for their own public image.

True there are those with power who don't use it properly but they themselves are victims of their upbringing and their behavior is not really their choice. To say we need to fight is more like fighting with the construction of your own species and how it functions. People say they can better themselves but does anyone really try to make a change out of their own free will or are there factors at play.

Personally I'd love to be someone who could change the world for the better but I'm stuck with my only output being the words I have so I try to be as nice as I can and not shove things down people's throats but instead try to guide people who stray to the right path. Your 'word salad' is full of anger and some level of self-gratification. You're a germ that's struggling to comply and I'm sorry to say that your evolutionary traits are a combination of those that will die out for the better of the species and those that will slow it's development as a whole.

You can't fix a hole with a hammer. You need to be careful to fix the leak that pours the very life blood of this planet and stitch that wound up with careful well-placed threads. Inkbunny is indeed a very odd place to spread your argument and I'm wondering if it's because you've either been forced out of other places for your words or wisely chose not to say them there for fear of repercussion. Maybe you spread the message everywhere I dunno. Point is it's the way you come across that hinders your entire campaign rather than anything in particular you've said. There a difference between someone who's right and helps and guides people and someone who's right that no-one wants to listen to because of the way they put their point across.

You're frustrated, I get that, but splurging out your emotion helps nothing. Take 5, get a glass of water, maybe lie down in a darkened room for a few minutes and then think about how to formulate your argument in a way that captures people's interest and makes them want to know more. You got so close to that but your stress was so much of a turn off that everyone stopped listening. You say the wise are treated as mad but your madness is more about your conduct than the points you're making. It's not that people don't want to hear the truth it's that people don't want to hear ranting and raving.

I could take the time to tear down all the points you've made but I wont because gods dammit you're actually getting some valid points across in a rather haphazard way. I could have just joked and said "reigns" but it would be stupid and childish and served no purpose. Instead I hope you read this and learn how to put your point across in a way that can inspire rather than incite violence. Go read "How to win friends and influence people" or take a course on public speaking. There's so much wisdom in there it would be a crime to waste it on wild frustration.

You need that open mind to work for you, not just for the benefit of yourself, but as you say the benefit for this bacterium and the host it lives on. Put a plaster on that wound and some silver and mint leaves on it. Stitch up your own sores before you work on our little infection. A madman who puts their point across could be a saint or prophet. Lead by your words and make them sweeter than bittersweet. And I fit all of this in the 4000 word limit lol.
mickhead
8 months, 1 week ago
Have you considered euthanasia?

You should try it out sometime.
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