complete & utter gibberish

that there is a personal something out there
something greater than what you can see, hear, touch, smell, taste,
study, test & validate through rigorously systematic rational
inquiry---
that this personal something cares about what your life specifically entails
on a daily basis
wherein what you as a little pubic hair in the great great great universe
somehow matter more than what your short life actually entails---
that this something out there can evade all questions because it holds some kind of
power that due to its very intangible nature & that makes you feel somehow
superior to the rest of us who do not believe as you that this something in any way, shape or form does in fact exist or matter at all in the
slightest---
that there are texts that were somehow written down by actual human beings who have had some kind of contact with this something
which we are all supposed to read, have read to us, be lectured upon, be brought up on, be molded by & to abide by to the very last letter until our own annihilation---
that you can communicate directly with this something by squinting your eyes shut & talking to yourself---
that because you think this something speaks to you, you therefore have the reason to start wars with others who do not think like you
because you allows yourself to kill others in its name---
that you have the right to try & convert others into your way of thinking so that they no longer follow their own cult’s stupidity but now yours---
that you somehow lay claim to land & that your manifested destiny may very well stretch the whole of your periphery because of this something you believe in---
that you will die for this something, that you would kill family members & loved ones for it if you felt that it told you to do so (those stirring voices in your own head rambling)---
that when you are finally dead,
you will be with it, closer to it, basking in it, doing its bidding,
rocking back & forth in a corner
mumbling complete &
utter
gibberish.