Essay: The Game of Life

I'm just a big male kid--very selfish, and always trying to have fun. But the only woman that likes a big kid is the big kid’s mother. All other women only like small kids. And they wonder why men only like women for “one thing”—it’s because that’s the only thing men can have fun with. All other times men just get bitched at because women can never be satisfied with a man unless he is Mr. Responsible Prince Charming. And they don’t realize Prince Charming does not exist. Because any man that claims to be a “real man” will still see women as a piece of candy, and still want to play war—observe our world leaders. So “real men” are just posers, pretending to be the responsible man women want, so they can get the candy and be king of the hill. And women are posers too. They play house or pretend they can survive in this world without a man. So I submit that all men and women are just big kids and posers who live and play the game of life.

We even pretend we are human. We are not. We are lanky hairless monkeys for goodness sakes…Animals. But one would be hard pressed to find someone that sees themselves as a big monkey, even though we all share the same basic parts. It’s because we have a built in survival mechanism that steers us into believing we are “better” than animals, or “better” than each other—to help us survive in this kill or be killed world.

Religion is such a survival mechanism. I think at least one religious story goes something like this: “You are man, God’s child, and all the animals are soulless creatures for you to eat. And women are there for your entertainment.” Well, I say to the author of this story that all animals and living things have love. And love is a product of their Spirit and Soul. And all exist equally for each other; man, woman, and monkey. And yet another religious story goes something like this: “You are my Gods child, and all other’s who disbelieve are “infidels.” Well, whether there is a God or not is not the point. It’s the “belief” in God that holds the powerful component to help us survive in a kill or be killed world. War is a product of our own survival instincts—“Kill them before their satanic beliefs corrupt our way of life.” Or, “Take their oil before it falls into the hands of religious fanatics that will destroy our way of life.” Our society prepares us for war everyday in our schools and sports arenas--and all societies on our planet come together to celebrate the War of the Worlds during Olympic time.

Another “human” belief is that there may be aliens out there in space, and that they may be among us already. And usually, this belief is accompanied by a certain fear. Fear of what they may do to us. Well, I say to these believers, that you are correct. There are aliens out there in space, and we are them. And if we get a chance, we will do the same harm to other planets as we do to our own. It’s highly unlikely we are the only “living” planet in the infinite universe. But so what? We can see an alien every time we look into a mirror—no big mystery. Other “living” planets won’t be that different. And we are all equal: Man, Woman, Monkey, Infidel, and Alien. We ought to focus our fear on ourselves, and our ignorance. What we ought to do now is “play” smart--because we live in a world that is still in its adolescence. And we have a gun...