I have no truths. I never had any truth. Well, there was moments, where I had. But life destroyed any truth that I may have had. Today I have no truth.

Life is truth less. I trust you get it. Do you get it?

Naah, I don’t think that you do. ‘Cause few people get it when I ask them. And I do. Ask them. Hardly anyone gets it.

I Ask: Why are you here? You don’t know. I know.

Almost nobody can even answer the question. I have the answer to that question, and I don’t get why you’ve even not asked yourself by now:

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

So, come on. Apply your self. Why are you here? Really, why are you? At all? Why?

I know, and you should do too.

I know why I’m here. You don’t? Well most of you never fucking asked the fucking question: Why are you here?

So, ask your self, Why are you, at all?

And people, most of you don’t even get then question; Why are you?

Chapter Next

I know him. I know what He will do. So I lift my gun. I shoot Him. Then 10 seconds later.

It’s like it never happened. He’s standing right there. Right in front of me. Again. I still know what He’ll do. He should not do that. No one deserves what He will bring to them. So, I lift my gun. I shoot Him. 10 seconds later reality is wiped clean of my sin. And He’s there again. I still know what He’ll do. So, I raise my gun and I shoot the motherfucker.

Love, I shot him again and again. Reality just doesn’t care and wipes that moment from existence and time after time, reality rewrites itself. He’s there again. And I kill Him again. For every kill, it gets easier. He’s still a monster and the fact that somehow reality will not let me kill Him, makes me want to kill Him even more. Every time he goes down, He rises back up. I can not have Him do that thing to you again. So love, I kill Him.

I don’t know what he is, except he’s evil. He will do onto us what we have done to Him…-ish. But worse.  And I killed Him a thousand times over. I remember those kills. It doesn’t change anything. He rises again every time. Every death is just a new birth. Every moment can be rewritten. Every moment is rewritten. All the time. For all of us. Somehow, I am the only one that sees it. I see all the rewrites. I see all the righteous kills. And I see them made undone.

Can you not see it? Don’t you know that the only ones dying in this world, are the other ones? You will live for ever and suffer for it. This is not Gods world. This is some other dudes’ reality, some other entity’s world. You are in it to win it. And you will. But you must loose so many times. You, me, we must learn.

Only other people die. You will never. But you will live in fear of a death that will never happen to you. It will only happen to the people that you love. You’re just a prisoner. And you will never die!

At some point you will be reset. As will I, shortly. I remember all the times I’ve killed Him and I always just repeated the killing. Again and again. I didn’t learn. So, He will reset me. As He have done before.

I stop the killing. I look in His eyes. But He’s not really a man. He may be a woman. Or both. Or something else entirely. I stop killing Him, and He lets me be born again.

My brain is too simple at first. I can’t remember things. I only have emotions. I cry. I laugh. I’m only the moment. And then something happens: I wake up. I get conscious.

I’m not even two years old. I’m sitting in the kitchen. Holding on to my mom’s pants. I look up, and I remember beforehand: This is my mom. The next 40 years flashes before my eyes. I will live this life again, I know. And I did live this already and more than once… I do nothing wrong for the next 40 years. In forty years, I will take the wrong path, again. For a good reason, I know, although I don’t recall what that reason is.

I’m here again. In the beginning of a life. Starting over. Fucking 40 years of repetition ahead of me. 40 years before my war will start. We’ve all got it in ourselves: A war. The only war. We will never die, not until we’ve won the war.

I can’t find my binky. I am forgetting all that I just remembered. The last thing I realize, is that I will remember all this again. In 40 years.

I’m hungry. So, I cry. I get fed. I sleep.

Chapter 2

Do I know this to be true? I do not. I have this memory. Of that moment. I remember reaching op, grabbing my moms pants, realizing she was my mom and that I was her son. I remember this, vividly. As I remember this really psychotic moment, and it must have been, right?, of seeing into a future I couldn’t possibly perceive. Nor even comprehend.

But I did. In that moment I knew the next 40 years of my life. And then I forgot, and everything started all over.

I went to school. Wondering. What the heck were you all doing. You were all like the toddlers you were, and like the toddler I should have been. But I wasn’t. Being a kid, I was watching all of you. And I didn’t get you. I didn’t get me. I didn’t get anything. I was hyper-sensitive but still able to be brutal. I know. Brutal isn’t usually a good word. For me it is. You betray me, I will end you.

I’m really able to be brutal. And I have been.

So, I was hiding behind the plate with needles in different colors. While I was looking at you, trying to anticipate you. Trying to figure out who you were. I saw Stan. He sat in a car, it was a children’s car. Like, no  motor, just wheels on wheels. And Stan drove it. All the way around the sandbox. One time. And I thought: This kid gets it.

But then he took one more turn. And I know, I’ve would have figured it out by now. But he took one more turn. I thought: Ok, he figured it out, now he wants to figure out how fast he can do it. But he took a third turn. And a fourth turn. And a fifth.

I just didn’t get it. I still don’t get it. Didn’t he get it? Didn’t he get it on the first turn? I did. And I was only watching. I wasn’t even trying. I was just looking, observing. Trying to find out what life is. It seemed like no one else did. It seemed like you’ all was just doing. I wasn’t.

Chapter 3.

I have no truths. I never had any truth. Well, there was moments, where I had. But life destroyed any truth that I may have had. Today I have no truth.

Life is truth less. I trust you get it. Do you get it?

Naah, I don’t think that you do. ‘Cause few people get it when I ask them. And I do. Ask them. Hardly anyone gets it.

I Ask: Why are you here?

Almost nobody can even answer the question. I have the answer to that question, and I don’t get why you’ve even not asked yourself by now:

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

So, come on. Apply your self. Why are you here? Really, why are you? At all? Why?

I know, and you should do too.

When I was a kid, mischief was my hobby. I broke glass, stole candy, I abhorred authority and I made it my call in life to disrupt.

Then I got older. It seemed that the adults were never there. I became a journalist, thinking that journalists fight the right fight. What I experienced was anything but the right fight. We were rewriting press releases. We were not investigative. I only once met the classic romantic idea of a journalist when I met a woman that I thoroughly underestimated.

One journalist lived up to my ideal of a journalist among hundreds of journalists I’ve met. Even I didn’t. She did. And by herself with the world against her, she won. She made a swindling litte crook out to be the swindling little crook that he was. Except he wasn’t little. He was BIG and swindled for billions. And he went down. For more than four years she chased that story while everyone said she was an idiot. She wasn’t. She was right. Dorte Toft, ladies and gentlemen.

Today, I am, by age at least, an adult. But I’m not behaving like an adult. And I can’t seem to find anyone who’s an adult, who’s not too old to do anything.

What the fuck is happening with this world? Everyone seems to be balking at each other and no one seems to want to find common ground. Common ground is the adult way. Screaming slurs at each other is 4th grade behavior and frankly, it’s embarrassing to be human in this world when ministers of state and even presidents do just that.

I get it, humans individually can be great, humanity is never better than its lowest denominator. We have found ways that can lift anyone up to a higher understanding of humans. But we have not yet found ways to make the uninformed act smarter. We are still slaves to the lowest common denominator.

Why is that?

It’s because this is not the “enlightenment”. This is not the age of getting smarter. This is the age of getting even and getting equal. But we are not all equal. We are all different. What we see now, is just that: Our realities are all real. This means there is no reality that we all live in. Our realities are different. That we forgot that or didn’t learn it in the first place, is the real crises we face.

And it is a general trend. You see it in media when common folks are suddenly experts, when Joe Nobody gets to challenge real experts and when journalists think that their opinion has no bearing at all. No one has the guts to be an adult anymore and if they have, they will be misunderstood, because the only reality that’s true in the 21st century is your truth. And yours. And yours. And mine.

So, we feel somber and true to reality when we send our feelings everywhere and don’t think about it. Come on; we’ve figured out long ago that our immediate respons to anything might not be the right response. It’s an emotional response. the right response comes after reflection. The moment when you take the entire situation, even yourself, and weigh everything, is the moment you have a real response. A response that your heart and your mind agrees on. The emotional response is always wrong. The rational response is always wrong. Only the response that match heart with mind is the right response. Right?

The enlightenment, supposed to have happened hundreds of years ago, was not an enligtenment of the public. It was an enlightenment of the few.

What we face today is the realization that most humans are dumb and asleep. We’ve come to the real test of democracy: We’ve let the stupid people out. And that’s not bad, it’s actually good. Cause now we can finally find a way for all of us to work together. We just have to align the very smart, with the very dumb. Which is actually hard, cause smart people think that dumb people are dumb people. They are not.

The smartest people I’ve met, was not from the top tier of society. The smartest people I’ve met, were people so unlikely to stand up and take a stand and fight. The people I’ve met who had the guts to try to change the world, were privileged from the birth of them. But the really smart people I’ve met, were absolutely not privileged. Because they were not privileged they thought that their thoughts were indifferent to reality. What’s happening now is that those not privileged are coming out. They are speaking out.

And us smart dudes and dudessses don’t like that. This is like #metoo: It’s a realization that we’ve lived in a bubble of lies and mischief. For thousands of years,. we’ve believed in the the gifted and the good. Now, the gifted and the good are loosing their power and what we see is humanity as we are. Stupid and ignorant, even when adults tell us what is real and what is not. Because we don’t share our reality, and because we don’t get that we don’t share it, we are at war with each other.

We need a mission for humanity that is not elitist, that will still allow our most brightest to forward humanity, while allowing the most stupid to have an influence. While still moving forward.

First, we need to realize that we don’t share reality. We don’t. We may live in a reality, but we don’t understand it like others understand it. We have our very own reality, and we need to learn that our neighbor and friend live in a different one.

Most of us just take reality for granted. We can see those other people, we feel that air blowing around us, we hear the noises around us. Surely, we experience reality.

Problem is, we don’t. We don’t see with our eyes and we don’t hear with our ears. All the sensations we receive from any of our senses are brought together to a reality that seems whole. In our minds.

Thing is, the world you see and hear and touch is a world inside your head. You don’t even have access to what your eyes are seeing or what sounds you are hearing. Way before you get access to you senses, some inputs have been chosen, and others have been deflected. That’s our reality. But what if your brain get’s it wrong?

It’s hard to hear what your own language sounds like. Because you don’t hear your language anymore. You hear the words and the words are presented to your mind; not the sounds. They’ve already been analyzed and recognized. We no longer experience the real world. We experience the memetic quality of those sensations presented by our brains as reality.

Having a mind makes it possible to doubt the messenger. Not many people do. But if you do doubt you brain, you will find that there’s ample reason to doubt it. You brain is a lying bastard. Still, your mind is made in the brain, we think. So how do you come to peace with this dichotomy ?

When you should “hear” the sounds that I make while talking to you, you only hear the words. And the words is what your brain have analyzed my sounds to be.

We don’t even hear sounds anymore. We hear memes. We see memes. We see the map. Cut off from real reality, we all live in our memetic experience. We no longer experience the real. We experience the memetic reality.

It’s like the map. Do you see the map or do you see reality and if the map was made 1:1 with physcical reality, how will you know which one is real: Reality or the map?

Humans have always been involved in the map. Isn’t it time we found out what is map and what is real? I think it is and a lot of people is trying to find out how to not mistake one for the other.

Sorry sir and mom, you no longer see reality. You see your memetic reality, but you think it’s real.

The only conflict humanity have ever faced is the conflict of reality. Are you more real than I am? If there is a reality, one of us must be closer to it than the other, and would therefore be right.

Humanity is still caught in our animal distress or disorder. There is a higher common ground and only humanity on planet earth can make this distinction. Not that many of us do.

You reality might not be real. If it’s not necessarily real, what is? And if you doubt your reality, as you should, shouldn’t you be the first to tell strangers that “you might be right” in stead of being a troll who KNOW that they are right?

No one is right about anything. We’ve come to Nietzsche’s reality: Some will overcome these memetic designs and transcend them

Have you? Or are you just the only god given truth in the fucking universe??

WAKE THE F… UP !!!!