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15. Earth is a death world. Death fuels life. You can’t eat if you don’t kill. If your diet (what we eat is not called DIE-IT for nothing) includes meat you can get someone to kill your food for you. For money they will pluck the gizzards out of murdered chickens and you can just buy your chicken corpses at a grocery store. If you eat fruits and vegetable you can get someone to rip, tear and pull them for you so you can skin, dice, slice and boil them alive. Yes, the living kill the living and eat them, and from the rotting leftovers grows new life. Mother-earth kills her offspring (it’s called Mother’s Nature). She will kill you with heat, cold, wind, fire, famine, drought, earthquakes, tsunami, volcanoes, tornadoes and hurricanes or with her ravenous tear you apart and spit out your bones animal kingdom, or she’ll bug you to death literally or she will eat you alive with her micro-organisms that love to feed at the human-body buffet until you’re dead. Mommy is a mass-serial-killer and she eats her babies). Life is a picnic and you are the main course and your children are dessert. Welcome to your warm and fuzzy mother-earth home. Now get out there and kill something.

16. Your first breath was a battle-cry, and your last breath will be a sigh, and in-between is mystery, wonder and magic as you spin life’s realities into your own. So mount up, rise to the challenge, engage the adventure for all you are worth, for in old-age and with fond reflection you will realize it was the struggle, the fight and the battle that made life worth living. Yet how serene and peaceful you will be if you engaged the wrath of life with a cheerful heart and vanquished your foes with a smile, a chuckle and a mighty laugh because you now know, life’s insanity was but your own.

17. Did your thoughts not help to make the person that is you? Of the thoughts you could have thought who else but you did choose? Like a seed your every thought produces fruit in kind. Either you are victim of or master of your mind.

18. Humans are the nuts in the fruitcake of life, and Earth is the perfect nut orchard that spawns exactly what a nut orchard should, a frustrated variety of human nuts that would bedevil the God that didn’t create them if she hadn’t escaped the planet and disconnected her internet.

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