the Atheist.

These writings are from the perspective of an atheist, where, from the horizon I observe emerges a need to induce meaning through the mechanism of deduction - since all of science will not be known - where the method of deduction takes a set of data collected - always a subset - and then trending it to make assumptions about the state of the natural world, its inherently incomplete, however, it does provide a basis for generalized theories based on patterns - that which increments - which is what mathematics is, taking patterns and resolving them to a notional symbol. Mass is an incremental pattern that is correlated to the incremental pattern of Force applied which is itself correlated to the thing that is applying the force - dark matter? dark energy? Who the bollox knows. Well, if we are not cheeky, we know the source of it all, and the source of it all wants one to explore so that wisdom can be attained - a thing that is absolutely unique to every created conscious agent - my life is mine and yours is yours, and if I had all the time in the world, I would talk to everyone and hope they are like the American who always know when someone is alone in a room and offers a moment where an exchange happens, and laughter is had - an idea alien to an Atheist who is anxious with skepticism in trying to reconcile the illusion of laughter from the feeling of good - and its not a bad world, its a world that has been led to believe that the hierarchy is all there is, when that is not the case, the hierarchy exists due to mutual interest where the one trusts the hierarchy due to claims that are made, like a contradiction exhausts the energy supply - what we are living through at the moment the complete waste of time and energy for no meaningful gain - and its unnecessary and there is a better way, if we think and share; the realm of imaginative ideas is higher, collapsed to a function realized through the mechanism of technology. So I ignore the cruelty - its become a passing comment - and move forward seeking the warmth of the darkness - a brilliantly clear night, where I think I imagined Jennifer Lawrence telling people to speak up? An atheist like me, a wonderer, a player, a joker, a midnight walker, after a moment, to realize a potential moment.

In my new found lust, I forgot about my own atheism and became hyper focused on the idea of atheism where the Atheist claims that nothing is the meaning of life, not 42, not infinity, not consciousness, not beauty, or love, or kindness, and definitely not mercy; its nothing, absolutely nothing - the reality of the universe. Its logical conclusions are being manifested in the State of Israel an idea that is beautiful, smeared with an opinion that has no grounding, without a bottom, like sand shifting constantly below ones feet, where the flag, today, is a reminder of that which could have been amazing but the choice was made to focus on the shadow; I prefer the green, white, black, and red - closer to the color of the rainbow - where the name of the flag is Israel, why not, the veil is removed and the beauty of the idea of Israel is manifested real, for real this time, with dignified people like Seth Rogen, and Natalie Portman who love the idea too, but not when its soaked with blood, and its only a matter of time before things get back to normal so I can watch a new Mark Wahlberg film - man’s from the ends who made it - who is reasonable enough to know the deen extends to the 1 and to the 3, and to everything in between. If an opinion stated is not anchored to anything meaningful then Michael Myers becomes an inevitable truth under the idea of Atheism where the pleasure principle is the driving factor, why should the idea of Michael Myers not materialize when according the belief system of atheism one derives their own meaning - and then the idea of pure selfishness never goes away as long as one chooses not to look-up. The atheist wants to explore, and I wish I had never read the Holy Scriptures and never needed to write these words. I would like Dr. Sam Harris to resolve away the reality of Michael Myers under atheism that states feelings are an illusion; the argument for atheism exists as a distraction to see who wants to do and say what they want not seeing the more but only the limited self, imagination not free. The atheism I was drawn to was an atheism that saw above it all, agnostic to the pull of one person towards the other, and then I realized that when I looked to my left and right, I saw the Muslim right there with me, smiling, it is an amazing sight to see it all interconnected, buzzing with life - like Professor Norman Finkelstein and the esteemed Professor Neil Turok who see the beauty regardless of their current and personal vantage point, and if they looked closely they will see that their personal view was like the good Rabbi who wanders and ponders and then does good.

I don’t understand why someone would willingly want to cut off their nose to spite their face, by agreeing that there is a self, which has a body, and a brain, immersed in an environment that stretches beyond what is “imaginable” and then conclude No God, lol, it gets me every time. Where as the atheist travels, and travels some more, and observes and sees, and experiences, and ponders, and reflects, and then falls in love with the feelings associated with the memories, the good for the times when it was good, and for the bad the wisdom that makes one unique. The feeling is what is remembered and so one may not remember the specifics of 9/11 but one certainly remembers the feeling and that feeling is what drives the imagination in describing the moment, and that is the hack for human beings, if the illusion is strong enough to invoke an anchoring feeling that one cannot let go of it leads to the imagination running wild where innocent men are tortured beyond belief - I snarl - but don’t let the PTSD consume, the feeling is just an illusion, a stronger feeling is the feeling when you meet a friend that who has been waiting for you, like all the people I ever met, and there were some people who ambushed and abused but they are like dried up wood - good only for a warming fire - and we all know the truth now, and that his why the atheist is so important, for the atheist is essentially like Socrates in the Republic one who invokes all the God’s - their descriptions isomorphic, weighted differently as an example - and then its just a fascinating discussions, shouting, and then laughing. The atheist in my experience have been people like Aaron Mate, Glen Greenwald, Noam Chomsky, and those who are at their core reasonable, and in reason see that regardless of the misery of the moment, it needs to be understood so the appropriate feeling can manifest and thus remembered - the moment is worth fighting for - and so, subconsciously their hearts are directed in a direction that seeks something better - and I love Professor Finkelstein, a real Jewish face. Alan Dershowitz is the example of the Atheist - the one who creates doubt - without substance just isolated statements that don’t string together to provide a meaningful narrative, and that is the ultimate objective, to create skepticism by demonstrating how much freedom it offers and then going beyond to attack the Muslim, for no reason when the 1000 years are skimmed over, and the first will be last and the last will be first - an infinite cycle that turns and rotates. If it wasn’t for the atheists I have met and been friends with I wouldn’t have had the will to ponder and reflect for as long as was required going down each path to demonstrate the dead end and arrive at the conclusions I have, I wanted to honor them for the gift they gave me, of impartiality, and that is what the atheist should be, one who looks at the world and concludes a mystery and then reviews the function of the traditions and smiles - a little more in love with the imagination that pours forth as if from nowhere - the traditions that have stood the test of time need to be read, and then when I read about the ideas underpinning the stories and the characters that lived and captured in the stories of the Holy Scriptures I am compelled to shower blessings and praise upon them, its the only logical conclusion, for I would never have done any of of what the Jew was willing to do for others - the Zionists are like a bad smell easy to waft away nothing of meaning to offer the moment - and then its just like the idea of Esther a beautiful woman asking people to speak up, and Lowkey reminding the people of who we are in 2023 when hundreds and hundreds of years of the idea of racism manifested real is becoming tiresome and old, and pathetic, and the police are our last hope, not tied to the blood that flows, but the imagination that wields, and then its people just being people, living life.

The idea of Allah as a being that is beyond comprehension whilst also having attributes that human beings can relate to who through the mechanism of matter has realized imagination that is, when properly reflected, astounding. The highest abstraction that explains everything, the way it functions as I bear witness to it, is God, singular, conscious, and absolutely aware. And I see how I am in the likeness of God, without the power and the knowledge, where God gave Jesus Christ - eternal peace and blessings be upon his eternally blessed soul - the power of love, but held back his knowledge, to Khidir - may eternal peace and blessings be upon his eternally blessed soul - he gave knowledge but not a love that only gives. So when I see Dave Chappelle I feel the idea of greatness, not because he is absolutely great, but because he represents the feeling related to the idea, matter that feels an idea, a paradox I’m glad to have been a part of. The Atheist cannot deny themselves and regardless of where one starts from, nothing, emptiness, the self, illusion, it always collapses to a God, also known by the ancients as the Great Mystery. All of the traditions have the same defintion of God, the difference between Islam is that its fixated on the notion of God being one who cannot be witnessed only felt - to a degree - absolutely unwilling to agree to a claim where God collapses, to a form and function, impossible. The closest approximation to the idea of Allah defined as a framework is from the traditions of the Indus who are people that deeply love their children and so when the beautiful ones speak of a man with the face of an elephant and who manifests the attribute of the seer of divine beings living, life, and then the Father says Bismillah and encourages the child to let the imagination unfold and if I have time I hope to expand upon the ideas of an immense tradition where the more one dives into the Veda’s the more one finds the infinite complexity of God’s attributes and choices - absolutely free - manifested real, and its only the atheist who understands this, and then one leans towards truth, and the State of Israel begins to stand out for representing something altogether other - and the Muslim are the first line of defense in a debate and the last line of defense of the people of all the traditions that have meaning - and examples of their governorship spreads far and wide over 1000 years, and a fact is a fact, and changing ones mind is how one distinguishes between one who has wisdom and one who is alone without direction, and being courteous to the Palestinians is free.

The farce is at an end, not absolutely and not in the real world, but as an idea that has been completely crushed, its why Death to the Apostate is a perfect metaphor, when one is fixated on a contradiction then its as if they are dead, imagination vanishes and all that remains is the reality of fire, directionless in its demand for more, still circling around and around dragging everything down and that is what the Muslim Apostate is, one who is either insane or one who is attempting to disturb the peace, for no reason; a Christian functioning in the Trinity can become a Muslim since they then operate at the highest level of abstraction whilst savoring the three, similarly the Jew can become a Muslim whilst not loosing sight of blood that is more pure, One God is the ceiling that one cannot go beyond unless one is like the beloved and is allowed in; and if one does deny then the one must provide an alternative that is complete and has the ability to create a material form that can conceive of an illusion that is not anchored to reality but sees way beyond it, in the unique feeling it creates so the essence of an attribute like Love can be felt inside the chemical soup within a brain and the nervous system that connects everything. I don’t want to sound like one who is preaching for Islam, I can’t, I’m just providing a view of what I see and conveying that, and it drives my curiosity, so I’m going to take the words of those with beautiful faces and speak up a bit more, how could I not, I just hope I can be like Prime Minister Imran Khan and realize a dead end and see that I’ve been led down the wrong way, and make a U turn “Only an idiot wouldn’t do a U turn” if the direction led to disorientation, and I really don’t want the artists to feel they need to contain their art, yes there needs to be hard limits on what innocent children are exposed to, outside of that, I’m interested in having a glance.

And to quickly present a choice, on the one hand there is a story of creation where suddenly from nowhere a being that has will and the power to create provoked the slightest and tenderest spark in absolute nothing, that resulted in an expansion that was six times faster than the speed of light where multiple rapid choices were made where new states of the expanded space suddenly emerged, and set in motion the constants that forced matter apart, expand further, the Higgs field was perfectly calibrated, and then matter formed and condensed, and then a choice was made to create galaxies that stretched millions of light years across, and then within one particular galaxy a choice was made to create a world, that had a moon and a star set in precise motion, and then punctuated equilibrium states resulted in microbes, and then suddenly plant life, where new states of equilibrium suddenly emerged at the will of the one who creates that which one delights in, and then a human being was created so that he could look back, and feel Majesty and Greatness of a Being that is the most Merciful, so that we can then create ideas related to the feelings and attributes that are God’s alone. And the other story is how we came from fish, nothing more, no meaning, just fish with tartar sauce, lol. And that is why we must let the Atheists talk, we must listen to them, and then stand there with hands on hips, as if looking at a child who is desperately trying to please, and then playing along being wowed at the depth that pours forth, its funny, and its cheeky, but its harmless, and they are like kids who have not yet grown up, but they will and then it’ll just be good times. Why would one ever choose “no meaning” when I see meaning everywhere, like the atheists who get together and talk, and drink, and joke a little, and then wander the streets until 3am just for a laugh, waiting for a future time where one invokes the idea of mercy, its all good in the hood where we come from, where one is either free or one is struggling to be free from control.

And I feel like a person who is constantly lagging behind seeking the face of the beloved on a path I know he walks, constantly getting distracted with delights the path opens up, and then when its time for prayer, even though I have water, I imagine where the steps of the beloved may have stepped, maybe here where the sleeping mother and puppies lie undisturbed as the beloved chose to walk around them not wanting to disturb the peace, or maybe over there where the beloved may have chased the cat that once fell asleep on his kameez so he cut around the peaceful cat not wanting to disturb, collecting the dirt, I make tayammum first blessing each each hand then blessing my face with the dust from the holy sandal, and then I sleep watching the beautiful experience offered by the ancient Palestinian, thinking of love and the law where no Arab is above a non-Arab, and no white is above a non-white dreaming of a thousand years to come, and the new curious adventures that await as I continue struggling to keep up.