There is no god out there but Oneness of All That Is.

Jihadis! Please go to your imaginary heaven -- out there, nowhere. Us, the infidel lot, have helluva lot to do after you leave. Out here.

Please respect my ism, though I have none. I too will stay away from your crap. Surely it's fair play. Both of us should be okay with this. Or are you not?

Life is easy. Just stay un-dead.

Any silly ism or stupid book that considers men above women, must be shunned like a lowlife demon. For, all's one, barring none.

Like all fancies, fancied gods too do not last. All a 'One' is -- this the Ultimate Reality does. Get 'It'. Before you breathe your last.

Yeah, I love your hateful messiahs and gods, as I cherish all idiots, and mad dogs.

Humans as a whole are but an unwholesome hole with a sorry ass. In short, a**holes.

I love you as I do all -- not at all.

Dictatorship of any kind, be it in politics or in matters of religion, is an anathema and plain simply is but tyranny. Your ism is yours to cherish. Dare you try to impose it upon another, then, one has all the right to make it perish. Or laugh at you, and your nanny.

People as a whole are shamsters. Grasp it well. And be well. Then, knowing fully well so, covering your butt, go on in life as if they are not. This is the only way to save your butt. Of course, you can always go live elsewhere. Like the Everest.

By dog! I love you, and your hate spewing god. How became so both of you, dog?

My god, Mr. NOT, would like to kiss your inherited fancy, the only God. Could you forward the address of your pal up there? If you do not, then, my personal fancy says it is my fundamental religious duty to religiously kick yours, and his ass!

I've a theory. Perhaps a dog should've bit us buttholes at birth. Thus a bit of its goodness could've entered our dark souls. We may have gained a dog's mirth. And so even after getting kicked, like the lovely being that is a dog, we may have forgiven each other. And made merry.

Life is hell anywhere, no matter where you plant your butt and bin. For, eventually, you and your holy ghost all go unto the dustbin. That is in case you do not grasp, while living, that the Kingdom of Heaven is Within.

There is nothing else or other than One. In soul-essence, without one being aware of it or not, you too are That! But to get the 'That' of Which Is, one's living and lifestyle too much be in harmony with Oneness. Or one remains a dumb-ass. In life, and death.

The only way to keep a friend is let go his stupid faults, and keep his silly love for you, with a bushel full of salt.

If your imaginary buddy 'up there' and his book and ism tell you to hate and kill people of another #faith and #religion, then, this non-existent f****r's mind is as little as his pecker.

The Only God 'up there' is Unity of Everything, in Quintessence. Other fancies, gods and fairies are the nansy-pansies of simpletons, or is just plain-simple nonsense.

Even the Master, in one way or another, is a student throughout life.