The bullshit in our skulls: Part 2 - Hail Satan,.. for a start

Hey guys,

I woke up before midnight the other day, kept lying in bed for some time. About two hours later I got up and thought about the plan I had that made me start working on "Struggling with time...". That one I assume won't be finished in the time scheduled cuz I'm quite clueless these days. Even when I go out to run my own errands, the light is on and nobody's home. "Struggling with time..." will transfigure completely until I deem it done.

Since I don't get much or no feedback at all about my writings, I always have to pause, let thoughts settle and maybe even months later continue what I started. I'd actually like to finish each and every post that got a "Work in progress" icon; but work without decent feedback pretty much sucks after a few paragraphs. Very often I start certain works and after a few hours feel mentally paralyzed. Then I procrastinate a lot until I find my way back on track. The "Struggling with time..."-post is supposed, first, to structure my mind for the months to come and, second, to create something everyone else but me can laugh about once it's finished. But that's a different kettle of fish.

The post you're about to read briefly outlines to what extend Howard LaVeys "The Satanic Bible" is speciecist material. It's Sunday, the 18th of May, about two hours before midnight and I feel confident to publish the first paragraphs. But before you call the officials, be assured; this post is quite harmless. So don't feel frightened or shocked by the title. Just take your time and read it carefully without expecting shiver, tirades filled with hate or illicit Satanic propaganda, and the like. No, nothing of that sort; it's still a blog for lazy readers and I'll keep everything simple and understandable for whoever actually reads me. So, enjoy and be informed.

 

Hail Satan,..
for a start

When we find orientation and safety in a belief system, our own religions are always the right one; yes. But they are also always the good ones opposed to at least one other bad one. Most people in my environment – in case they have a religion – are Christians. That usually means God is all good and Heaven is the perfect place to dwell in for eternity. Then Satan is all evil and Hell for eternity is what you'd have to fight against throughout lifetime in order to not get there in the end. When you read LaVeys "The Satanic Bible" you wouldn't come to conclude that Satan was evil; and LaVey also mentions that the word "evil" is used to manipulate and control others (which, in my opinion, is absolutely correct. We always should keep in mind every time we think we have the right to judge). If you understand certain aspects of LaVey's ideology, you'd feel invited to become a Satanist in the LaVey-ian sense. The reading, however, doesn't fully promote the belief in something evil but in mankind as one species among all the others in the world we're living in (unlike the Torah/Pentateuch, which--per definition--is speciecist propaganda).

In his writing LaVey is having a struggle with Christianity, the Catholic Church being the questionable counter institution of his own church. That's why I'm with him in many ways, at least when it comes to animal rights, even if  his fundamental ideology has other flaws that make it outdated in our contemporary Western world. I'll put the scope of this post on animal rights and, that way, leave the rest of the reading to yourself, so that my opinion about it isn't that thought-consuming.

Like the Jewish community and the Christian bastards have ethical sentences such as the ten commandments, LaVey Satanism is based on the Eleven Rules of the Earth and The Nine Satanic Statements that shall provide orientation within the belief system. I'll go step by step and outline those ethical sentences of the Satanic Bible that put animal life in the equation and/or are relevant sentences for the work of animal rights activists. So, I'll stop being unnecessarily wordy and keep my comments in italic letters. The post is pretty much designed like a written version of those YouTube reaction videos in which HipHop afficcionados comment on songs of genres they've never listened to before. Seems to be the best option to keep an overview. So, enough introduction--let's go:

 

The Eleven Rules of the Earth
in the eye of the animal rights activist

 1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.

If you've ever been engaged in animal rights activism you've already found out that you make not the slightest step forward for the animals when you're not eager to fight [in the metaphorical way, of course] and step on some speciecists feet. You sometimes have to be pushy and you lose all of your battles most of the time if you don't start them yourself; cuz speciecists tend to throw around self-indulgent allegations and utterances that promote ignorance when they talk themselves into believing that they were right. For instance, they tell you why they "think" it's okay to regularly consume meat or dairy.
So, #1 of the rules is not quite helpful and feels pretty much as if your priest simply tells you to shut the fuck up. So, my advice no one ever asked for is that you should make sure your voice gets heard; and for that you definitely need the right setting and the right medial representation. That, by the way, is the only reason why I'm presently pausing my being an animal rights activist on the streets; it can be quite exhausting. In the past year, I permanently saw long-time animal activists being sad and maybe even frustrated when they feel they're not making a difference....

2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.

That's right. I had the experience that you're better off finding good friends for such occasions and not shrinks you have to pay for. The same sort of people--yes, friends--are necessary for animal rights activism; don't pay too much people to help you achieve your goals. Find idealists who can actually give something of their precious time. Not everyone is always having much resources to support your case, even if they wanted. Search less for money, ask for more time, if you want success as an activist. You're not asking for my opinion? Well, bad luck, I'll tell you anyway; you won't get that fixed. #1 is still dog poop :D

5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.

Yeah, fair point. Guys, if you want to fuck your animal like so-called dog moms might do, be assured that what you think are signals--are definitely signals. As animal rights activist we always encounter the problem that animals can't talk and it needs experts who did proper research on animal behavior to not get things wrong. I personally only popped my parrot once cuz he repeatedly said "I wanna do you so bad, you little fucker". After our intercourse he went back to the cookie sentence and never asked for sex again. That made me think.

8. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for food.

Well,.. If you haven't read The Satanic Bible you wouldn't fully grasp that LaVey Satanism would be the ideal religion if each and everyone of us would live in cages or lairs, as LaVey usually calls his residence. Since I'm back on track with my vegan lifestyle I myself count on bringing back certain elements of the Stone Age--when it was on its peak thousands of years ago. But rule #8 is fully outdated when we take into account that we're living in a completely transfigured world where most people never meet threatening animals--not even in our woods. Of course your best beating the shit out of an attacking kangaroo when you roam around in the AUstralian bushes; and of course, it's you and not the animal whom you'd want to survive in a winter with only few resources of food. But hey, on the other hand, the LaVey Satanist tells us that we have to respect life and that we should be true and honest at least to ourselves. Now, take into account that everyone actually knows how animals are treated before they get slaughtered. Take into account that we surely know that in sum their lives aren't necessarily treated with respect or dignity in the world we're living in today. Take into account that in the Western world we do not live in the bushes where we would have to hunt in order to survive. So it can only be a sign of ignorance, hypocrisy and falsehood combined if we trade the hitman's business to our butchers and in the end buy our meat in the supermarket. (You get that one:) Then the informed contemporary Satanist [--if she ever respected life the way LaVey wants us to,... if she was ever true and honest to herself,... Then the sophisticated modern Satanist--] is vegan.

11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

Yeah, the first sentence of this rule could have been an excerpt from an animal rights activist's book: Most animals would live in peace and quiet if humans hadn't given themselves the rights to manipulate nature for their own ends. Bother no one, guys. The world was never ours to control. We made up every single one of our own rights and fully forgot that non-human animals can't do that for themselves. The first line of #11 is quite helpful. Forget the rest, by the way: Everyone can be annoying and we bother each other every single day. We call such phenomena discussions, having issues, having fights, and the like. Socializing is never easy but most of the time worth a little quarrel. The least helpful attitude in LaVeys Satanism is his controversial straight-forwardness combined with ignorance. If you follow LaVeys eleven rules blindfolded, you end up driving your Mercedes against a wall cuz you don't know any better... 

I'm presently working on a few posts simultaneously; and the hardest one to manage currently is a post in which I outline how I intend to reobtain quality time with a friend that felt [and in some ways still feels] like my last remaining soulmate...
I might have done many things wrong in the past that led that person to stay away from me; and it might have been my own ego that was constantly driven by a diabolically motivated, brutal and straight-forward approach that eventually kept her away from me. So, what I'd like to add here is that I might have ruined a great deal of my life by myself, when I yelled at the wrong people or when I "destroyed" the wrong fellows I was dealing with in the past. On top of that, I misinterpreted LaVey when I concluded that his teachings promoted honesty when he was actually just playing it straight. In other words, the Satanic Bible is definitely an open book; and I might simply have turned into a living copy of it when I played with an open hand every time I thought I could gain trust among fellows of more or less the same belief system. It is not that easy, I figured; and up to this day I'm still the worst liar I can think of--which is hardly ever beneficial for myself. Eventually I have to conclude that honesty shouldn't be mixed up with naivity; and that LaVeys Satanism provides only a few good ideas that are worth sharing; it's definitely not the best or at least not the only guide to walk through life. But let's have a look at the other ethical sentences and then get back to the speciecist questions. Shall we? Yes? Great.

 

The Nine Satanic Statements
in the eye of the animal rights activist

1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!

You're not helping, Satan; not helping at all! That particular message people got far too often. There is no point in emphazising on that one: There are millions of fat people in this world, losers that watch five porn movies each day for decades, rich people that drive around their loud, environment-polluting cars just for fun each and every day. Abstinence once in a while can be quite virtuous, sis.
#1 of the Statements is in so far noteworthy in the case for anti-speciecism cuz people really can't get enough of their daily pleasures and a counter movement of slight asceticism might come in handy for all of us, sometimes,.. I think: We do not only eat meat, we definitely still eat too much of it, telling ourselves meals such as a Wienerschnitzel, a BigMac or chicken wings are worth the mass-killing; horrible... The most detrimental animal torture humans create through mass-producing meat. "Producing meat" is harsh enough to utter since it implies that we all treat animals as commodities and, thereby, exclude almost all of other species from lives that could otherwise be full of dignity, balance and harmony. A well-balanced minimal lifestyle is the answer--not indulgence, suckers, at least not the way your friend Howard puts it.

2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams.

Yes, Satan. That's the one. I'd be your whore for lifetime if that was the only thing you'd conduct. Let's come to grips with reality and don't tell people fantasy stories that make them believe that snakes are evil creatures when in fact they are simply aggressive and appear cruel when they are hungry as hell and definitely need to eat. Be a scientist, Satan; I love that one.

 3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit.

Again, yes Satan, Hell yeah; you're driving home the point.

 

 

WORK IN PROGRESS

 

 

 

The bullshit in our skulls. Part 0: Prayers in advance

Welcome back to my blog 🥳

Guys, I'm currently in a little fix, which is why I havern't written much lately. But I try to get back on track and be prolific. If there is a noteworthy demand,  I'll record an audio version of my first blogpost collection (It's not supposed to hurt)

[ILink to audio version will be put here--if demanded frequently]

But whatever I'll create these days, here is what I'd like to type down: I found out that none of you guys would ever tell me that my writings sometimes suck. I have no idea why you think that honestly telling me such things would be bad....
I also don't blame my bestie for being not precise or overly caerful when doing the peer review for me. He as a teacher who usually corrects writings of fourteen-year-olds. So, his regularly readings might affect his own use of English in the long run; which is why he doesn't see most of my hardly ever reviewed content. Nevertheless, I would not have been mad at you guys if you had told me 😅. 

I counted an estimated 20 Germanisms, dozens of wrong prepositions, spelling errors and one word that doesn't even exist in the English language... all that in the first post I reviewed myself. Maybe I should not have published that shit in my cannabis-influenced midlife crisis😆. Nonetheless,  I'm just hoping the other seven posts are not that infested with "Austrish" expressions. For future events, I simply shouldn't tell anyone that this is the blog of an alleged English translator😜

Also, I need to thank all of you for forwarding the link of the penultimate post of the "It's not supposed to hurt"-series to other people...

Today's post is kinda the beginning of a new blogging season. What I'll do and haven't done in the first season is put two mindsets in the mix that I'd love to keep in my mental emergency kit. One is against pressure during psychotic episodes, the other is so that I won't kiss the front of a driving train; no joke, by the way; I'm far from fine these days. I added an iambic poem to this first post; and I still don't kmow it by heart yet. There'll be an audio version of this poem. The link will be put below the poem, in case you want to hear it with an emotional component in addition.

Important information in advance:

If you want to serve these words below to definitely vulnerable folks who may need it, make sure you rearrange the verses 61, 62 and 63 as put here:

61: There is our god/There are our gods; and there is hope
62: And all your wounds might mend
63: And.. instead of But
64: Your or My instead of the original article (which [I think] is The);

The lines of the original version are definitely pernicious for  many, which is why you have to be careful when sharing this prayer. I'll nonetheless never sue you for sharing particularly this poem. But I assume sticky, informed others will bring about troubles and might even drag you into a hell comparable to mine if you make money with it or if you put something in the mix that changes its positive and maybe even lifesaving effect. That, by the way, is the only purpose these lines have. I'm the only one who knows that; because I wrote it myself.

 

That clarified, let us all creep down to the floor in modest adoration to the empirical sciences, that up to this day still can't tell us what to do, only what we can, and maybe what we want.* Let us all pray to our certainly creator-less universe while we still question everything we say:

Sacra convictio hominis sui ipsius cogitantis

I am convinced

that each and every child born into this world is in its very nature good, innocent and pure

but through negative imprint of all sorts gets bullshit shat into its skull

I want to believe from the bottom of my once tender, now sick and darkened heart

that once bullshit got into our skulls

there is a way to get it out of there again

and from what is accessible to the human mind

I think that once we got it out of there

there is no point in shittin' in there again

Amen

 

That little prayer is not half as funny as the first person I showed it thought it would be. If there is no conviction that I can keep, the most dominant today is that my own life could have evolved better and faster if people – good or bad, if we ever knew the difference – hadn't stuck to bullshitting kids and then continued bullshitting adults.

Let's start soft:
When I try to convince people of all ages as an animal rights activist today about the advantages of a vegan lifestyle I usually don't reach new fellows easily. I'm still struggling staying polite and reserved every time guys step in front of me and just then feel the urge to tell me that they like the taste of meat. My so far least frustrating response to that helpless utterance is "Yah, everyone says that. Why is it important when YOU say it?" But I can't bring that one any longer. It's an unfair thing to say to everyone who doesn't have much self-confidence or wasn't in for a serious but mud-infested debate. Making others  shut up with logic, provocation or doubt doesn't help any suffering pig in the slaughter houses; I'd say such things only for myself; only to feel righteous and untouchable in the moment without ever making a difference.

However, I myself do like the taste of meat. If  meat wasn't murder to me, it would be bacon every day. Changing your diet, managing a vegan diet in the long run helps a  lot if you want less animals to suffer, if you want less animals to die.

You'd stick to your vegan diet, because it can be done easily without having yourself suffer instead of other animals, without yourself living unhealthy, but with yourself feeling better and healthier. On top of that, you even can't frustrate the egomaniac in you; you could act altruistically unknowingly.

But no one who isn't already just as crazy vegan as I am, would get all that. If I ever thought, people come to the same conclusions as I do, when they get the same spoon feeding, I would no longer think that. Throw following irrevocably accessible thoughts at a convinced omnivore to realize that facts don't work:

- I also do like the taste of meat.
- I don't need meat to be healthy or to become or stay strong.
- We wouldn't have problems with nutrition if we didn't eat meat, dairy or eggs.
- There are a thousand other things just as available as meat that taste great, are cheap, are healthier than every kind of meat, dairy product or egg.
- If you ate two halves of chicken last week and haven't eaten a bite of chicken this week, one chicken less got killed this week and you'd safe 52 each week if you figured that out solely for one year.
- The libido recuperates if you stick to healthy vegan choices.
- Cholesterol is a problem of the past.
- Most of the animal products you habitually use are not healthy options and can easily be replaced with healthier products.
- You also ignore and deny human feelings when you turn a blind eye to those who "produce meat" for you.
- Never in my life have I ever thought "Oh my goodness, this steak was worth the kill. Eating meat is an irreplaceable source for my inner peace. It's essential soul food that tells me that life is good; I couldn't live without it. My own existence is in danger if I don't have schnitzel every week. That is what I fear; I'm dead-serious. "

After wasting your energy by carefully putting such arguments on the table, you'd then release your provoked listener with the emancipating words: "This is all that I can tell you. Now decide for yourself". Whoever tried to listen won't give a goddamn fuck.

If you really want such arguments count, if you ever want people to give up unrefelected traditions, you'd sooner or later try to inculcate your lies to nullify the established ones that got stuck. But Sancho Pansa shot Rosinante last time I desperately fought dragons; and if I don't want another horse get killed,  I have to take a windmill for what it is. And that means: Don't approach an established collective conservatism with a far-fetched individual liberalism. If people kept telling each other that there is a bearded man in the sky for five thousand years, you'd have a hard time telling them three thousand years later that sins are forgiven when you eat that old fag's lamb. Six hundred years later many would be fairly suspicious about everything alleged in the past, still thinking it was wise to let a cow bleed out cuz it might keep a devout man from meeting a supernatural goat who lives below the earth's surface.

We are not much smarter fourteen hundred years later. Most people don't make a fuss of that mindblowing past and sanguinically share much more than fantasy stories with an open-hearted world, not knowing that those words will be burned beyond recognition by the next stupid megacrowd that will kill and torture to make their way of life count exclusively. That's a given if we don't learn from history.

Since I'm with vegan activists, I try not to turn away from the hatred and ignorance animals have to endure each day. We observe the killing and the torture daily, no matter whom or what we're looking at; and we tell those psychopaths surrounding us that we accept their attitudes, their opinions, their murders. Fortunately, our vegan serenity automatically kicks in before we exhaust our own patience with the world. Fortunately, exclusive collectivisms always bring about advantages for those included. As a result, most Austrian specicists are extremely friendly and kind; they pet us like puppies with their own kindness, so much they would have left.

I would love to exclude myself from society for this chapter. I'm not good being alone until it's done, but why would I count votes when precisely that is s what's making freaks like me shut up helplessly. That, however, isn't solely me being a vegan. No. I just felt like expressing my contempt. I just picked  political content twelve-years-old kids understand, hoping to make my point clear.

I get very little of how others think cuz days are gone when people talk thoughtfully to me. Feeling lost and helpless, not feeling understood, not finding answers to questions I keep asking only myself, envisaging and anticipating true friendship and love without any sign of plausibility...
it's just fucking dark in here; and music helps best to enlighten the mood. I usually have my iphone and earpods fully charged cuz great songs sooth most; and of course, my own songs would never do the trick. But if you'd love to tell yourself something prayer-like that you could inhale by heart in a dark hour, here's what I thought might work when everything appears lost (even if you're always better off calling a friend or loved one instead:). You'd have to repeat it some day when you're good so you'll know it by heart once you're fucked. Note the last line first, whatever else you wanted to do next.

 

Di sisco in dubiosum

You're waiting for the morning train,
    don‘t really want to move
That life was more than mental pain
    You cannot fully prove
Cuz loneliness is drowning all
    the thoughts that make you smile
and why you shouldn't end it all
    You're asking for a while
Cuz every time you see the range
    of life you realize,
when there is nothing you can change,
    it all ends in despise.
Then they would tell that pain was just
    a source to understand
You know that's shit--no need to trust;
    just face the world at hand.
The suff'ring [then] you're going through
    is useless and absurd,
the shit they preach not turning true
    just cuz that's all you've heard

So, life's like hell, you might conclude
    you better hit that train
You're helpless, dumb, practically nude
    You wish to end the pain

But here is what you didn't know
    You're dead and here's the end.
All over , done, before you thought
    You don't need to pretend
And when you say "That's what I thought"
    but haven't thought at all.
Then this is where you end up caught:
    You scream before you fall.
If ever anything was clear
    it's that you're feeling lost
and feelings might just disappear
    they don't come with a cost.
So, here's the way, here's where you go
    Here's what life is/was about:
What's going on no one would know,
    you'd want to find that out

 So, quick, give in
    but do not mourn for things you haven't done
Count thousand girls/friends you haven't met
    when all you want is one
You had a plan before you cried
    Right now you shouldn't care
Of thousand things you've never tried
    Pick one you now would dare
Cuz once you thought, you can't do that
    Well, now you really can
Give it a try, without regret
    And try it once again.

The jump's the end, we got that far
    Now have a decent walk
Make sure you get to role a splith
    and find a girl/mate/pal/friend to talk
Just never pray these lines again
    still thinking we were smart
We simply fucked ourselves this time
     said [that] life was never hard.
Still, there's no god, there is no hope
    and you will not ascend
But everything can happen
if this is not the end.

Okay, I owe the following lines those of you who reacted panickly lately. For those of you who forgot what I'm like without pharmaceuticals: crying is one of the good signs; the loud voice stays, running up and down stays, yes I talk now, but you'll get used to it.
Other than that, I wanted to finish the prayer above to make you feel okay. I'm safe and I'm not bored. I just took my time with something that is hard to digest; I just hope I didn't shy away anyone of you in the meantime. Don't ask me where the hell my newly discovered will to live coomes from. After crying for a week, I woke up yesterday telling myself: "Bro, you're old as fuck, but you can still manage to do each and every thing you had planned for your life; all within reach; nothing lost. You're getting there..."
...and now I feel stupid thinking I was ever lost. This anti-suicide poem kept me occupied for months since I thought I'd sooner or later actually need those words... usually when I get to the point when I stop talking to people and then realize when suiciadal ideas specify. I first thought that I'd not do that, but in the aftermath I felt surprised as usual what deep thoughts can trick me in a moment one day that appear stupid, joke-like andridiulous in a  future moment the other day.. Which is why I want to tell  that I'm currently very happy with my life, always have been and always will be. I'm nevertheless, so much more alone than anyone of you and I don't expect you to understand  that this is all you need to know. I really wouldn't tell you if I ever killed myself but it would be okay if I did; and that is not a harsh or unbelievable thing to write. I don't see it coming soon; right now I'd be stupid to put it in perspective; but I've been there, knowing that a mix of courage, desperation, and the accompanied, pressing thought of paranoia (that easily put my thoughts next to myself) make me do things I can't necessarily control; and then it's good to know that it affects no fucking one else but myself. Before all that might ever happen, chances are high, I first get inadvertently shot molesting widows in the park. Then I died doing what I loved or doing whom I thought would have liked it. In other words, don't forget that I'm nuts all the time.

 

Remarks to "Di sisco in dubiosum"

I wouldn't recommend praying this poem word by word. I'd rather you found your own words that keep you from doing stupid things. The prayer, when understood emotionally, shall function as a reset button,... a turning point before you start from scratch. First, you end your old life, then you accept that you're already dead; and then you check the sources you have for your new life.

Considering how easy it was today adding the rest of the lines, I want to conclude that the worst is over when in fact I have no idea what my metabolically fucked-up body will let me go through next month. It has been, I dunno, seven or eight months since I had to stop taking medication. Of course, the bastard thoughts reappear. Of course, my thoughts are no longer orderly explained. Of course, I'm back stammering, Of course, I'm back running around frantically, running away from friends who trigger me mentally. But that's okay. It's all okay. You wouldn't understand if I didn't tell you, but I'm feeling healthier with every day. I remember regularly feeling subdued and shut-off the last ten years,  when I took my daily medication. But I wouldn't have noticed the difference between now and then if the pills hadn't brought about the crippling side effects that made me stop swalowong them.

I know that people now turn even more away when they can't cope with me. I would nonetheless no longer be open for therapy that implies pharmaceuticals--not because it was bad categorically; because in retrospective it pretty much felt like waking up from a coma and getting more and more of my life back with every day abscent of pills. The illness is now evident and visible, never dangerous for others.

About chapter 2

I thought a lot about what I could write this season, thinking that girl stories are an easy thing for me but an unpleasant thing for women who cherish their privacy. Friends who might have liked a decent reading last season should not have felt shot at when they read with whom I may have been in cahoots with fifteen years ago. But they certainly felt that way without ever telling me. I definitely missed feedback and blame my past topic choice. But I really wanted to get that old girl stuff off my chest and am happy having taught myself how to deal with sometimes critical content. But privacy won't be an issue in chapter 2 either.

There are too many things I can't articulate about the prophet  Muhammed since I don't intend to mince my words with fear of people who could get my words wrong. I'll rest in the green with discussions about stereotypes and don't dig deep when I mention the Quran or Islam. Otherwise I'd design a bloodbath of allegations. Instead, I'll tell pathetic Jesus Christ jokes, ridicule Howard LaVeys Satanic Bible from the perspective of an animal rights activist, and vividly explain why Buddhism is not a mere world view but a religion that lazily uses marketing to attract hippies. But the Buddhists will get away easily simply because Pamela Anderson is an outstanding Buddhist vegan I'd love to meet one day.

I deem it useful to share a few thougths and express a few ideas about a topic that used to consume me. However, I'm pretty much done with religion, gave it far too much importance in the past, far too much value to estimate friends who couldn't care less, and I fooled myself for ages thinking I could ever fall for religious doctrine. But just like I was obsessed with the girls I wrote about in chapter one, I was obsessed with religion for quite some time after ending with my metal band. I assume, chapter two will tell you about my brainwashed youth in a conservative and seemingly fascist Roman Catholic "family", a long-year interest phase marked by writings of Judaism, the Quran, and stories of Siddharta.

As a trustworthy scientist I would have to reflect belief, faith and religion from an uncompromisingly agnostic angle due to the fact that there is no scientific "evidence" for or against the existence of supernatural beings.

I'm outlining my case as a liberal, an atheist and an animal rights activist. I want this chapter to be good but barely expect readers this time. For a reason: The topic is always controversial, which is precisely why I picked it, knowing that I'd write carefully informed about content that far too many feel afraid to write about. No idea however, who--except me--will want to read that...

Allright.

love you guys.

Michael 🐢

* Objektität sozialwissenschaftlicher und sozialpolitischer Erkenntnis – Max Weber

* eventuell auch erwähnt in der Kritik der praktischen Vernunft – Immanuel Kant (Quelle: ChatGPT)