Sinners. Saints. Objections and Principles

Why? The first question of existence.

Perhaps art gone wild away from bit rotten but right once time ago ideas of humanity. Post human might not be humane at all in the world where idea of life and death became weird commodities, or would simply disappear in the virtual reality world without life and death or black and white which is practically impossible to outline just some strange kind of existence relying only on the energy of solar system, seeing only death of a matter or event horizon of a nearby black hole as an event that will make existent disappear completely. Gods and idols, totemic ground for forbidden; majestic in the glorious beauty of it's delicate status. The world sometime was felt burning to the dust everything what was humane; world sometimes seems populated by someones sleepwalking unconsciously routine of a simply programme, day by day, from dust into the dust, and absolutely overwhelming nothing. Their world distorted by interrogations into privacy, insanity of being exceedingly sane in the false principles, the ones which is to regard of postal clerk, seen only in the mechanics of matching the similarity of entities and correctness of delivery. Christ, once adored symbol of humanity? extremely dependent upon fulfilling the will of his father; the one suffered for sins of living promising a life afterwards. What for was that made by his father, one might ask. The entire thing. A protection of technology, medicine and education. When billions born die and suffer thousands years to hope one day death is conquered to the will of living; and what to expect thereafter? Increasingly beautiful legend of a human world. An Oedipus complex, profoundly infected. Strange results. Crusaders pursuing idea to capture a God's love and a Holy Grail by means of sacrifice for most living in the Holy Land. Love of God is in the blood of millions, in the cancer and schizophrenia man die for, it's unlimited in it's reach for everyone of a billions living. Blood so beautifully engaging undead. Sudden love is your only reward, once you feel to escape gloom of everything. Praying people seem quite beautiful in their desire to infect something divine into own reality.