My mother died this morning, after a number of serious illnesses.
Almost immediately after hearing the news, that loathsome earwig of a song, "Imagine" by John Lennon, came up on the radio.
In my melancholy state, it occurred to me, that, while I have always disliked that song and it's lyrics, it hit home that we have, in fact, created that world that Lennon was writing about.
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Can't argue that is exactly what people do now. The future be damned, me me me, now now now.
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Outside of those nations and people that have not lost their soul or will to live, that's also what we have now.
And if there is nothing to kill or die for, then there is no absolute truth, there is no virtue, there is no glory, there is no desire to create and live better.
Just subjection to tyranny, forever.
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
At the barrel of a government gun.
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
"You'll own nothing, and be happy."
Sound familiar?
Where is the pride in creating something that is yours? Where is the sense of accomplishment that you have saved and scrimped to own something nice that belongs to you alone? Where is the sense of relief when you finally have paid the last payment and that home is yours?
That's the plan for the future.
"Atomized Man".
Grabastic sacks of protoplasmic $#@!, mindlessly lurching through a meaningless life of consumption until dead.
But the opening lines hit me the hardest.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
No judgement.
No future.
No hope of conciousness and awareness and salvation.
Nothing beyond your life of consumption and then a hideous afterlife of living in a computer chip.
I sat with my mother last night and prayed over her while she was still slightly aware.
Yes, I'm a hypocrite, and a vile sinner.
I am also an $#@!, neither my mother or my long dead father cared very much for me.
But I did that for her, her grip relaxed and breathing eased as I read the 23rd Psalm to her, and I asked the power of Christ to flow into her, to help ease her suffering and pain and fear.
And it did her good.
So, imagine there's no heaven...I have.
And the people who have imagined that world, which is now all around me, these people that shout "peace!" "peace!" at me day and night as if they were AntiChrist incarnate, when all they really mean is subjugation and submission by force to their will, have done nothing to create anything better.
All they have done is create hell on earth.
And that is precisely what that is called, hell, if you were to take away that hope, that promise of life eternal and heavenly grace and the salvation of almighty God himself, that can uplift entire peoples to do great things or give hope and comfort to a lonely man and his dying mother in some obscure hospital room.
An angry, $#@!ty epitaph, I know...I'll do better in public.
But they are my true thoughts.
Rest in peace, mom.
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