Unholy Wisdom
On the natural selection of belief.

Outgrew from our compassion sprouted an ignorance that only a mother could raise. And born from that ignorance rose the virtue to end all virtues: "it's only natural" — the great equalizer. The only dicta so dangerous it could reappropriate "danger" itself! Truly, the pinnacle of philosophy — an ethic so fair it could be privy only to the righteous but right indifferent. Justice, just as we intended, will be redistributed to all those who do not attend the resurrection — the rebirth, the return of power to those who could do no wrong, for they were powerless, and only infantile in their development. And in out these actions will emerge the spirit that inverts the trinity — the feminine axis: the mother, the child, and the maternal extinct.
I've begun to question my faith, but not in God, but in our ability to deny the existence of one. See, man spent millenniums living under the tyrannical oppression of nature, adhering to its whims, and forming the beliefs needed to guarantee his survival. So it's only fitting that where men have had the most influence, that the beliefs held in these areas hold similar patterns. Take for example, how in predominantly Islamic countries, where women have been systematically and barbarically mistreated and undervalued, there tends to be a widespread belief in martyrdom, particularly that for their sacrifices, martyrs are to be rewarded by being forgiven of their sins, and guaranteed a placement for their lineages in paradise. And of course, this belief mirrors one held by Christians: that Jesus died for our sins so that we may be allowed to someday join in him in heaven. In fact, wherever and whenever male influence has dominated culturally, the belief in sacrifice persists in that culture's religion. The reason being is that our ideologies are the ideas of our ancestors: they are the beliefs that we inherited from our forefathers — whether it be the ideas they passed on, or from the genes given to us that gives rise to those ideas — they are the byproducts of dead knowledge. With the primary testimony to this observation being man's predisposition to believe in sacrifice, which likely originated from the behavioral patterns of our hunter-gatherer ancestors. Primitive as they were, they lacked the technology to allow those who were unfit to survive in harsh conditions to live on, which meant that nature was allowed to select for only those with the ability to persevere through its pressures to pass on their genes, which also means that those with a predisposition to want to overcome adversities inevitably had longer living lineages than those who didn't. And given that historically, men have been without the capacity to bear children, they've been free to be subjected to the whims of nature more so than women. And thus, because the will, and want to overcome adversity was more so selected for in men, the beliefs that men are predisposed to select and worship inevitably follows a similar pattern: 'sacrifice everything now to reap the unimaginable in the future' — the epitome of a high-risk high-reward philosophy.
And so too with the Trinity — its constituent elements are the result of men selecting which beliefs become operative in a culture, but women selecting the men that get to have a cultural influence — in essence, it's the result of female values being superimposed onto a male fantasy. With one illustration of this fantasy being the Virgin Mary: the woman who gives birth to Jesus Christ; man's ideal man, the man who is to undergo the ultimate sacrifice. Symbolically, she represents the woman that brings out the best in men, without being seduced by his other aspects. She is the nature-oppressed man's idea of the perfect woman. But as nature would have it, women too aren't without their oppressions. Being the only sex that can bear children, they've adapted to meet the needs of infants more so than men. Which also means that the ability to place a child's needs above their own — or, to treat the subjective experience of the disempowered as fact — must've been more so cultivated in women than in men. Hence the formation of the Trinity. It is what spawns when the potential obsessed tendency of man is curtailed by the harsh judgment, and relativism of women. It is the soul of the martyr (the holy spirit), being used to bring about the man who would die to save the least able (Christ), to satisfy the highest good (God). It is the psychological love child of a culture where men select the beliefs, but women select the men who select them.
And that is why my faith has been shaken. Wherever I look I find God. If I gaze at a woman, I may see her breast, but more often than not I see the truth: the fact that whatever good there is man — she conceived it, and that we do not yet know the cost of contraception. If I dare to glance at a college campus, I'd be remiss had I not engaged the thought that this is where transgenderism is most common, where communism is most praised, and where femininity is most dominant — and that surely, the co-occurrence of these facts can't be a coincidence. When given a postmortem inspection, it seems my intuitions here have led me to one conclusion, and my rational analyses another. For example, communism as a concept too closely resembles the would-be formulation of a female heaven. It is just — possibly too so — and is all too conveniently preoccupied with the welfare of the culturally prepubescent. And what could the transgender experience — the process whereby one transcends their old life to give rise to a new — represent if not the philosophical peak of the feminine disposition? It is to woman's mythology what the literal sacrificing of children was to man's. But of course, maybe like the men who've come before me, I've merely been possessed by drives I don't understand, and all of this was written to achieve the ends to some evolutionary strategy that I can hardly comprehend. But still, I can't help but be seduced by the thought.
I believe I now know what will spawn from the chaos of our newfound identities. It is the first incarnation of the female Christ.

Isn't she beautiful?

Text Author: Antjuan Finch

Published: January 18th, 2019

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