In the end there is nothing. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, no choir of angels singing.
No heaven.
We are born and then we die. Simple and true.
The truth is usually the simplest explanation.
The lie is much more complicated.
The lie is thousands of years of story tellers and propagators and legions of those that need something to cling to.
In the beginning the lie was passed from mouth to ear,
from generation to next. It gains momentum and becomes a life of its own.
If enough believe in a lie, it is still a lie.
When it had been whispered and shouted from corner to corner, it was written.
Don't believe everything you read.
The lie into ink was born into the world, a crying baby in the dark. It became a thing above an idea.
It will now persist as long as we are around to pass the torch to the next.
If you know the  L Ron Hubbard story, you know his lie was birthed with a bet. It's momentum consumed even him. Being the scribe of god carries an enormous toll.
Heavy is the crown.
Give me something to believe in,
if there's a lord above.
There doesn't need to be be a lord for there to be belief.
It was brought into the world and no longer even needs to be written. The ink has stained.
We don't have much need for books, other than kindling, any more. Most of us can't even read.
Most of us still believe in the lie that has moved from words to stories, into books, and then back into words. It's a persistent stain..
The story that I am about to pass to you, my son, has very little to do with that stain, but it shares the same lineage.
So many lies begin, "In the beginning'"
There really wasn't a beginning.
There was our beginning.
In our beginning there wasn't much light.
Much of our time was spent in cold and darkness, clinging to pieces of comfort and nibbles of food. There was no language and only ignorance. The language is the only thing that has really changed. It is what keeps us going. Are we moving forward?
I don't believe so. We are just moving.
The ultimate goal was save the species from extinction.
No one ever thought about anything else. We are surviving, but not doing much else.
You have to ask yourself.
Are we really worth it?
Should we have just rolled over when the sky fell down?
It isn't in our nature.
Right or wrong, we will survive and we will move.
Always move, as we have done for nearly countless generations now.
The ancients held possession in high regard.
There are stories of viewing devices in every home and transportation devices costing more than some made in a life time. Currency was said to be made of precious metals and paper.
Can you imagine?!
What a waste of metals!
We risk everything for these same metals now. They are the key to our survival and way to precious to handed back and forth in exchange for things.
We no longer have a need for things.
We no longer desire to be better than our neighbor.
We no longer desire.
Survival was the only goal.
Surviving was all we do.
And then came the architect.
Everything changed and has opened our minds irreparably.
There's no going back once you have heard the tale I am about to spin.
Once the lid has been removed, it will not fit back on the can.
If you want to remain who you are,
it is time to leave the room.
Before the architect, we were doomed to burn when the air ignited. He found the way. You know the story of what he did, but you haven't heard the story of who he was. That is the story of our clan.
We are destined to bring an end to this endless cycle..
As the stain would say.
We are legion.