And then there were none...

Murder is what interests us.
Murder is what pays.
Murder is what sells.
What has this world come to?

Sex is what sells the best. Most of the things you see on tv has it. Otherwise it's not selling that well.
The other is murder. Most of the late night shows tell about people and their interaction with each others.
But what mostly connects them all together is murder.
Even a show that's idea is based on art theft and art forgery ends up changing its genre to murdering for the art.
Every crime is about murder.
Aren't there any other kind of crimes anymore?

Agatha Christie is one of the world's best crime novelist.
She wrote 80 detective stories in her lifetime. Her books have been translated to 103 different languages and they are selling still.
She was even appointed the honor of knighthood thus becoming a Dame.
She had a good base and understanding for many of the things she wrote.
Infact she was almost ingenious.
Her novel And then there were none, also known as Ten little niggers, is practically oozing the thrill and excitement of murder.
There are ten people escorted to an island too far away, isolated from everything and everyone.
The old nursery rhyme in mind reading the book forward you start to shiver and startle from every creek and thud you hear around you.
Still when you get to the end you can't believe the result the book is revealing.
But when it ends up the last person dead you feel puzzled wondering how it all went down.
And what and who I missed for the book to finish without a murderer.

What the world don't see and refuses to acknowledge, is that what if you are the victim?
What if you are the murderer?
What if you were isolated in an island with no escape, who would you turn out to be?

The world sells murder.
The world buys murder.
The reasons for it.
How to justify it.
The world shows how it's solved.
Or more or less, how it's done.
But it doesn't show how to cope with the loss.
How to avoid being the target.
How not to become a murderer.

Also what the world don't realize is, that those who actually make the mystery novels, might actually be the murderers.
They implant the thought into us.
They show us how to do them.
And how to get away with it.

The novelists are praised for their ingenuity.
They are celebrated as heros.
They are honored with knighthood.
But in fact, they are the insane ones.
They are barking mad lunatics, with a way with words.
They are pouring out their madness into the books, and people actually read them and praise them.
And these are just mystery novels, and not horror.

The sad thing is, that their so called ingenuity thrives from somewhere.
There is always a reason why somebody is as they are.
There is a little lunatic in all of us.
But to let it out loose, is the worst thing to allow.
What will be left of us if we all let our madness get the better of us?

S.O.S

S.O.S. Meaning Save Our Souls. The message that Titanic send around but nobody responded, asking them to save their life. But what were they actually asking? What is this thing that everyone is so trying to protect and keep alive? What is this existence that keeps us alive? What is a soul?

"And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul." (Genesis 2:7, AKJV)
So: dust + breath of God = Soul.

According to the Bible, a man was created out of dust and God's breath. But only one man was made this way. So how could all the rest unborn humans be born or exist if they weren't given the breath of life? How could they have souls?

Babies are born everyday. They are conceived everyday. And humans die everyday. It is considered the circle of life. We are born, we live and then we die. Due to many search and discovery human being has been able to determine the physical aspects of conceiving and delivering babies, children, human beings. But still even now, no one has been able to determine scientifically how a life has begun. It is the worlds ultimate question: whichever came first, the chicken or the egg?

Could it be that since this one man and that one woman, made out of this man's rip, were given this gift from God, everyone born after them would also receive that breath of life? But what is this soul?


According to scifi tv-show Stargate, a human being can ascend to higher existence where the mortal human body is unnecessary and soul lives out as pure energy (emphasis on scifi). So if we take the primary equation apart soul - dust = breath of God. Basically we would be ascending to Gods. We would be living out from Him, using him all the time. Then again, if we were the breath of God without our bodies, what would make us individuals and not sum us all up back to God?

When we die, every humanly function stops working. Our bodies return back to nature, we become dust. So, soul - breath of God = dust. When we are taken back to the parts that we were made of, what happens to the soul? Soul exists only if dust and breath are together. So where will the soul go? Straight to God with his breath? To Heaven?

If this simple calculus is correct, which it should be, the soul will cease to exist.
We cease to exists.
Existence is important to humans.
Surviving is important to humans.
What is to exist?

"And God said to Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shall you say to the children of Israel, I AM has sent me to you." (Exodus 3:14, AKJV)

God calls himself "I AM".
He is.
He exists.
He is the existence.
Therefore we exists only of him.
We die when the God-particle, the breath of life, leave our bodies.
We literally live from the grace of God.

You hear people telling us that God cares. His holy spirit is with us, guiding us. We live from his grace.
You spent your whole life trying to find God.
Search for him. Pray from him.
It's quite something to realize, he's closer than you think.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay closer.

Something out there

This world pushes all of us forward setting the main rules and laws how life should be lived. You have only little time for childhood and only as much as the society allows it. Then they force you to obey their sets of rules and laws and customs and understandings. One mistake and the society will call you an outcast.

At this age go to school. Study this and that.  Move to your own place, date. Go to work, marry, pay taxes, have children. Raise kids, retire and die of old age. What if I don't want it?

What if you don't want to obey?
What if you see that there's more to life than that?
Is there more to it than that?
Maybe for the rich, but is there any chance for the poor?
If you want the society to help you, be supportive and accept you, you have to sell yourself and do as they say.
Nothing is free in this world.
Everything costs.

There's no free will.
There's no freedom of speak.
There's nothing in hear.
Only corruption, those who pay for the corruption and those who accept the bribes.

This fucking world don't have a chance.
There's gotta be something else out there.
Something.