God spoke and the conversation ended. The world was made. You do not speak back.
You live in fear, not of what you have done, or will do, these are material things. Illusions to let you feel you are the master. Your fear is beyond you, and so it is beyond this world.
Because the Good, God, is completely arbitrary. You will suffer and die for a reason which you will never know, and which, if you ever heard, would be completely incomprehensible and absolutely moral.
To strive to be good, to make the leap, is to torture oneself. For, God is Good, and necessarily, you are separate from it. The only way to be truly good is to unbecome yourself. Death.
Do not misunderstand, to unbecome is not to kill yourself, this is again the illusion of control. Rather, one will answer their life with death. The manner in which one dies, arrived at by their choices, is reflective of their life and is a reflection of the divine.
Do not fear death. For if you do, then you fear living as death is the answer to life. This world is a dream. In comparison with God I am a lie. As God is God, I am wrong.
I am completely incompatible with Truth. I am not even real, nor am I [An adjective which is in opposition to arbitrary].
I love my fear. I fear that the good will be done unto me, and I love that the good will be done unto me. Laugh! The contradiction is evidence of my falsehood! My worthlessness and muddling the evidence of the dream!
I am glad I am not real and that I do not exist, for if I did what horror would it be! Not that the living of my life would be horrifying, but rather that something such as myself should be true would be so shameful, and that there would be nothing for to be ashamed. An overflowing of indecency.
Do not however, misconstrue heaven and hell as reality. These concepts assume that anything you do matters, or that you matter in the first place. You will only punish yourself, and reward yourself with your faith, not in god specifically, but in anything.
And do not confuse hope and faith. Hope is something you chain yourself to, something which you use to defy reason, the currency of this world. Faith is freedom, a forgetting of reasons, an abandonment of this world and yourself to awe. It is being so caught up in the fiction that you find the true message.
Again, as I have said in other works, I speak of god in a loose sense, for by the concept of god being knowable, and being a mortal’s word, it necessarily is untrue to truth. The word is my feeble hope, and my failure to live up to the greatness of faith.