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God is dead. Let the enormity of this statement sink in for a moment.

God is dead and you have killed him. This proclamation by Nietzsche is more valuable than every theory, argument or so called truth by any philosopher that came before or after him. That you don’t understand or recognize the profound significance of the death of god doesn’t matter. It should’ve been enough to shake the mountains to the ground but for you, it was nothing more than a catchy slogan to put on a T-shirt.

That you never bothered to invest yourself in learning what the death of god meant to you also doesn’t matter. It’s been almost a century and a half since Nietzsche lost his marbles in the streets of Turin. Christianity should’ve dropped to the ground like a rotten fruit and have been covered by dirt—a million times over by now—but it hasn’t. Our imaginary god should’ve been pulled down from the cross and, along with every lie he represents, been thrown into the sea. 

That not one horrible worker appeared to begin where Nietzsche collapsed—that the existence of an imaginary god continues to hold its spell over educated humans—doesn’t surprise me. Humanity has certainly never been characterized by its intelligence, prudence, or foresight. 

Even now, as catastrophic climate change ravages our planet—as the ice sheet in Greenland continues to melt at an alarming rate, exposing ground that has been covered by ice for centuries, rather than alter the course of our guaranteed destruction, we’ve started mining this previously inaccessible ground for its hidden resources. The writing has been on the wall for decades, yet rather than heed the warning, we were more concerned with the oil, gas and gold buried beneath the wall. After we sucked our planet dry, rather than make any attempt to repair the damage we caused, in true parasitic fashion, we set our sights upon the possibility of inhabiting other planets. We started searching for a new host. 

Well, nobody ever said humans were smart animals. Hell, according the majority of the population, humans aren’t even animals at all. We exist apart, above and beyond the animal kingdom. Animals, just like everything else on our planet, exist merely as resources for humanity—to be used in whatever way we see fit. This is, according to the most horrifying story ever written, the book of Genesis, not only the way it was supposed to be, it was our god given right—our inheritance, our legacy.

When the story of the extinction of humanity is written, a belief in an imaginary god will be the catalyst, the book of Genesis will be the blueprint, and the industrial revolution will be machinery of our undoing.