ESTABLISHING A NEW RELIGION

  

 

Thanks to Leanna and her Religion In A Nutshell posts, I lay awake from five to six this morning contemplating religions and their God Heads, in respect of the fundamentals of Physics. 

 

There is a striking similarity between an atom and a solar system.  Enough so to form the basis of a new religion.

 

 The atom’s nucleus (the sun/star) contains all the energy.   Electrons (planets) rotate around the nucleus forming atoms.   Atoms (solar systems) coalesce together to form a galaxy (molecule).    Galaxies (molecules) group together to form a universe.

 

Coalescing universes (molecular groups) could well be the building blocks for a living organism living on another dimensional planet (electron).   The process could start all over again where that dimensional planet is actually an electron building toward a group of universes forming yet another living creature living on a higher dimensional planet (electron) that builds toward another living organism…  

 

Until there is finally one single organism, not on a planet, floating in the void of some space, that is the final product (God, if you will) of multiple dimensions combined.

 

Of course, the laws of physics still apply to that chain ending in a God.

 

 So that God would have mass and exert gravity; and each time that God defecated the shit would fall into orbit rotating around the deity, until He/She/It was surrounded by an ever-growing shit ball floating through space, in search of another shit surrounded deity of the opposite gender in order to have sexual intercourse; because in the end, the Hokey Pokey (getting laid) is what it is all about.   

 

Perhaps, not necessarily a different gender; but it is still the Hokey Pokey.  That's what it's all about.

the Ol’Buzzard

IT ALL GOES BACK TO THE HOKEY POKEY.

I started this blog asking the question, ‘Is the hokey pokey really what it is all about?’

The one thing I have discovered in my seventy-plus years is, as expressed in the Life of Brian, the meaning of life is - there is no meaning of life.

Many physicists have defined the human race as an accidental anomaly occurring on a small planet rotating around an unimpressive star in a galaxy of billions of stars, in a universe of billions of galaxies.

And then there is my 4 a.m. thinking from a physics background:

Our solar system looks amazingly similar to our conception of an atom; in which case we would be occupying an electron that we call earth rotating around a nucleus we call the sun.

  

Now our atom (solar system) is one of billions of atoms rotating a nucleus (black hole) forming a molecule we call the galaxy. 

That molecule is one of billions of molecules that make up a pustule on the ass of a half drunk female in leathers sitting on a bar stool in a biker bar in another dimension, comparing her tats with the bartender.

We, the human race of Earth, might call her God.

Now she in turn is sitting on an electron making up an atom that is part of a molecule …

And it’s turtles all the way down. 

 

These thoughts keep me awake early in the morning. 

the Ol'Buzzard

IT IS TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN

THE WORLD IS FLAT AND SITTING ON A TURTLE.

THEN WHAT IS UNDER THE TURTLE?

IT’S TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN

When I was in Vietnam the story went around that there was such a virulent strain of VD carried by some of the whores in Hundred-P Alley in Siagon, that if you contracted it the military would ship you off to Turtle Island to die and notify your next of kin you had died in action.   When the shit really hit the fan and things got bad and stressful the obvious reply was: ‘It won’t be like this on Turtle Island.’ 

I've seen Jesus play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lions den
Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son it's all been done and someday yer gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way

There's a gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you make illegal something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane

Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD, psilocybin, and DMT they all changed the way I see
But love's the only thing that ever saved my life

So don't waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It's turtles all the way down the line
So to each their own til' we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time

Songwriters   Sturgill Simpson - Turtles All The Way Down

take care
the Ol'Buzzard