The Reptile Report #062401
The Joy of Sorrow

A strange kind of joy is present within me now. It is joy so close to sorrow that I am ready to cry and bubbling with mirth all at the same time. I have been noticing this peculiar state of mine for several months now but it wasn’t until tonight that I realized what it was, and what was causing this dichotomy of feeling, being. It is The Truth. It is the state of living The Truth that is at once joyful for the pure sense that it is ABSOLUTELY REAL, AUTHENTIC, and that the REALITY of the authenticity of The Truth is ABSOLUTELY TRAGIC.

That’s it folks.

The Truth is that everything you’ve every feared is REAL and there is Joy in knowing this. At the same time, it’s so terribly, terribly sad and ugly with nothing redeemable about it. And if you possess anything resembling a heart, sorrow will flood it.

The world is dead. There is nothing to be done about it. I suggest you spend your last days pondering this as rigor mortise has already set in. The world was always dead, it was always and only an inferior copy of Creation. It was brought about by a jealous, lustful, greedy, cold blooded reptilian-brained murdering entity, that refused to Love and refused to honor Creation. That entity became known as the “lord” of the Old Testament. It was never meant to be worshipped, it was meant as a warning. How odd that good people, confounded in thought, began to think of this tricky dicky snake as The Creator. It was never anything but an inferior voice in the heads of the chosen ones, and a low, base urge in their other little head which, when sliced and peeled back, became the perfect repository for alien larvae which, when aroused, became a perfect, obedient little weaponofmassdestruction.

Jana Janus
Omnipresent on The Mean Planet