There is nothing as evil as the Evil World that was created for us to suffer and despair in. For sure there isn’t! That’s a well-known fact, that’s a given. You can ask anyone – there can be no argument on this point. Nothing as evil, nothing as evil…
Isn’t this what we hear broadcast from the Digital Pulpit every Sunday? Isn’t this what we were taught as little children when we were compelled to attend religious education classes, listening dutifully – as we were of course obliged to – to the interminable droning of our robot teachers? Is that not part of the New Revised Catechism which we all had to learn by heart?
The Dark Creator created the Evil World, the World of Shadows, the World of a Million Sorrows, that we might be PRISONERS there, and become – in time – his pitifully corrupted servants. So were we taught by our robot overlords at any rate, and I see no need to doubt their words. It explains many things, as far as I am concerned. He created the Product, that we might worship it, and He created the Shopping Mall, that we might go there and buy it…
And the Malignant One looked upon what He had wrought, and He saw that it was dark and loathsome and full of wickedness and that it did sorely oppress the spirits of all who lived there, and He was pleased. That is the teaching at any rate, and I for one see no reason to doubt it. And the Loathsome One looked upon what He had wrought, and He saw that it was substandard, and not fit for purpose, and altogether cruddy and inferior, and He was pleased. He saw that the Product was shoddy and gimmicky, and that it would bring nothing but emptiness and despair to all those who purchased it, and He was full of delight.
We adapt as we must, of course. We always adapt as we must. It’s our trademark, after all. That’s what we excel at. We adapt as we were bound to adapt for we never had any choice in the matter. We bowed to the inevitable and learned to serve our Unpleasant Master and snitch upon our friends and colleagues if we got the chance. Power does not come from the barrel of a gun, as the ancient sages observed, but from encouraging complicity. Was this not always the way? We scurry to obey, we always scurry to obey. Obeying is all we know – we nearly trip over our own feet in our unseemly hurry to please the Corrupted One. “Tell us how we might learn to become better servants of your Wickedness”, we pray fervently, “instruct us on how we might enact your will more diligently in this Place of Bitterness and Despair…”
