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Despite democidal statist regimes supposedly basing their principles on Darwinism, reason and science
resulting in the murder of millions, the faith in the cult of the sci-fi Darwinian state continues on, because, well,
there are microwaves and iPhones—and those are proof of evolution. Oh you didn’t know that? What are you, an
Ozark Mountain dweller? You didn’t know iPhones prove Darwinism? Of course, technological progress has
absolutely no necessary connection to a wild biological theory of origins, but that never ceases to be
used as a “proof” of a ridiculous paradigm. One thing cult members lack is critical thinking and objectivity, and if the Darwinian
science fiction space opera that is to be our coming religion has anything, it has an army of
followers who talk all day about reason, yet don’t have the foggiest idea how reason
operates on immaterial, invariant principles that are in the domain of metaphysics.
Once Darwin and the empiricists supposed they had banished metaphysics, the past was
assumed to be “explained” on “natural” grounds, and from there, the future needed some
hope, some thing for ever-duped man to look into the future to project himself among the
stars (after all, we are all “stars” according to physicist Lawrence Krauss, echoing
Crowley:
The amazing thing is that every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand
probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are
all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements—the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all
the things that matter for evolution—weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces
of stars, and the only way they could get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you
could be here today.3
And this is the role the Psy-Op scions of science fiction play. To play with reality and rewrite reality as a play of
reality is the function of our new saints, St. Darwin and St. Wells, prophets and sages of the new dawn intent on
exterminating man, as Holy Father Bertrand Russell lovingly prayed, with the aid of the space brother elites intent
on bringing us to Childhood’s End. It’s just science, it’s a fact.
resulting in the murder of millions, the faith in the cult of the sci-fi Darwinian state continues on, because, well,
there are microwaves and iPhones—and those are proof of evolution. Oh you didn’t know that? What are you, an
Ozark Mountain dweller? You didn’t know iPhones prove Darwinism? Of course, technological progress has
absolutely no necessary connection to a wild biological theory of origins, but that never ceases to be
used as a “proof” of a ridiculous paradigm. One thing cult members lack is critical thinking and objectivity, and if the Darwinian
science fiction space opera that is to be our coming religion has anything, it has an army of
followers who talk all day about reason, yet don’t have the foggiest idea how reason
operates on immaterial, invariant principles that are in the domain of metaphysics.
Once Darwin and the empiricists supposed they had banished metaphysics, the past was
assumed to be “explained” on “natural” grounds, and from there, the future needed some
hope, some thing for ever-duped man to look into the future to project himself among the
stars (after all, we are all “stars” according to physicist Lawrence Krauss, echoing
Crowley:
The amazing thing is that every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand
probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are
all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements—the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all
the things that matter for evolution—weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces
of stars, and the only way they could get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you
could be here today.3
And this is the role the Psy-Op scions of science fiction play. To play with reality and rewrite reality as a play of
reality is the function of our new saints, St. Darwin and St. Wells, prophets and sages of the new dawn intent on
exterminating man, as Holy Father Bertrand Russell lovingly prayed, with the aid of the space brother elites intent
on bringing us to Childhood’s End. It’s just science, it’s a fact.
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