The hashtag was "confess your unpopular opinion". Seems a few people liked it, does that mean it's a popular opinion?

Twitter is a case of 'like to like' when it comes to opinions. Echo chambers form on there the moment you sign up. That it confirms to your biases and is shown to you on the basis of them is surely now widely known? If so that's perhaps a good thing, it means it's harder to fall into the trap of thinking you know what popular opinion is. That'd be useful for people philosophically I think.

The broadcast media so frequently fail to call it; opinion polls went against Brexit, Trump, you know the drill. However, notice how that particular narrative did not lead where people suggested it would, there was no mass 'right wing' uprising. Wilders and Penn did not get in. Again popular opinion was not correctly predicted.

That's because we see here not a beast observed by an Attenborough like figure, hidden behind a bush, instead we're seeing a dialogue between 'the public' and 'the masters'. This communication has been ongoing through the aparatus of the old media since the 1950's but now unpredictable responses are clearly visible via the internet and the ballot box.

The observed masses know they are being watched and are listening to the ongoing commentary. Furthermore 'it', this beast which I'm describing, you, in fact, the general public, you lot. Bestial masses that you are. You know the extent to which you are being watched is potentially unlimited these days. This too is warping the beast's behaviour.

It's as if there were a literal beast surrounded, in a hall of online mirrors, each part of its naked flesh visible from every angle. The beast of humanity, visible to itself more clearly than ever before. Flashlights going off as its movement and appearance is disected by unknown figures in the darkness.

The twist of course is that the observers are it, they do their side of the bargin while it sleeps. It is being tortured unwittingly by itself, judged and condemned as its 'self' reveals. Now it might regret killing its God in the darkness that preceeded its predicament.

It's disputed when exactly the deed was done but from what little I know of history I'd say it was some point around world war one. God died there in the trenches but no one dared admit they'd seen it.

For me personally this isn't a big problem. I'm a polytheist, I believe they all exist, in a sense, in that they exist in a place like the one South Park invented called "imagination land". In your head, in your imagination. They aren't 'real' as in material, but they can matter, they can form material results. Jesus built a lot of churches for example. There he matters, produces material results, after his followers did as they thought he'd like.

So, as a polytheist I wasn't too bothered when I noticed Jesus had been killed by people in the 'great' war before I was born. As I understand it that's kind of one of Jesus's big tricks, he can take a beating and still come up good. Also, he's dead good at forgiving people as well. That's his big super power. Think about that. Favourite God of your leaders, likes of Tony Blair love him, what's his super power? Feeding the hungry, keeping the peace, all that stuff yeah but the main one they all really seem to love? Forgiving people. He forgives even the worst sorts of arsehole, Tony, even you, people like you. He will forgive even you, Anthony Charles Lynton Blair.

Where they went wrong is where people always go wrong, with Christians, they took it too far and in the end people start feeling sorry for them. God seemed to have to die again, in the second world war and again in the 'telling porkie pies about making people out of clay and blowing up their noses so they came alive' stakes. I mean, that was a bit of nonsense to spout wasn't it, a lot of that is mental.

If you assume it really is the mumblings of a supernatural being. Some see them instead as urely fictional beings. I prefer the idea that these myths are a little more than 'just' that. I think they're important because they're so old, popular and widespread. For some reason they have stuck, unlike other old stories. They're like dreams. Best interpreted as such. Like a good dream they are worth respecting, recalling and interpreting. It's said a dream is a 'letter from the subconscious', the same can be said of a good myth.

God might come in handy when you realise you're alone, surrounded by your own global reality TV show. Might make the world seem nicer. Or maybe you should carry on looking, the last time you made contact with higher intelligences you were in your mother's womb, it wasn't easy.

I think I got a bit caught up in the metaphor there.



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