Niklas Anderson's Blog

My Personal Echo Chamber

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What is God other than the combined expectations of "other people." God is "society," and society is your imagined audience.

Your God doesn't remember all your sins, because you don't. Confident in your own salvation, you think you are great and beloved. A sinner; you believe you are a sinner but struggle to think of examples beyond the immediate and obvious of what you did wrong.

Everyone else around you remembers your sins. Your sins are remembered better by others outside you, and they see you better tan you see yourself.

You'd do better without even believing it. Without mythologize and abstracting it. A simplified language: God. Just say what it really is and get to the facts quickly.

you hold on to God because you hold on to the self-centered qualities of God: God is not other people, my brothers and sisters. God is myself toward myself. "I pray to myself." Then why not say so and embrace yourself honestly?

The Evangelical makes a mockery both of his Atheism and his Evangelism; Like an ape, he ties to make other animals look lower whilst lowering himself.

His hand trembled as he struggled to write.

His brain couldn't take everything. The light, the sound, the temperature of the air. His brain never can; The baseline input to his peripheral nervous is always too much.

He kept getting pulled away by everything. He stared at the pages, and forced himself to write, to write something, to fill in the blanks even it was wrong.

He filled in the blanks. Shaking and trembling he didn't want to write anymore; He was just filled in what he was supposed to, too much going on for any more time spent to do any good. He forced himself to move the paper across the desk and get it away from him.

The man across the desk reached out and slid it toward himself, taking the time to read over it. The man skimmed the blanks to be filled, stopping part way before sighing and throwing the paper down: a mistake.

The man raised the paper to show it to another person across the desk, to show them how retarded the writer was.

Sitting and trembling. Shaking with a complete overload of everything around him, he noticed but didn't think about what any of it meant.

The other person read over the paper, never making eye contact with him.

That person stopped, and looked to the other in shock. Mouth agape and stupefied. The man laid the paper flat, and rocked back in his chair, sighing and thinking if he should say anything.

The man smiled, having laughed enough earlier he was now trying not to laugh. Grinning, he asked the writer if there were he had any questions; A shaking head in response, the man decided to wrap the whole situation up.

The man enjoyed it all. Other people were always a wonderful opportunity to laugh, and this particular event was unusually so.

This admirable, ambitious Christian man had little time for people who needed help. There was too much time being wasted that could be spent on accomplishing more important and Earthly things. He has not been outdone yet in his degeneracy, he needed this time to make it even harder to do so.


Doubt is both the cause and the antidote for evangelism.

A believer who never doubts, also never question examines their own believes. The evangelist is the worst evangelist, and the greatest detractor to their own religion or movement.

But the narcissist is an evangelist for itself, and narcissism is often an excess of self doubt. Too much for a spirit to handle, a great deal of doubt becomes denial and delusion.

Doubt is the sunlight we need to grow; Doubt is what drives into the dark.


A person who overuses punctuation tries too hard to exercise the rhythm of written thought. They out, and overthink their own ideas: they lie.

A person who underuses punctuation thinks rawly and emotionally without an audience beyond the immediate. They write stupidly and honestly.


What is overcoming others, other than the overcoming of the shortest obstacles, of which we select for our own convenience, around us?

I have outdone my neighbor! A declaration of little worth, since you pick among your neighbors the easiest to overcome in the easiest of tasks.

What if I overcome the best of them in the best of tasks? The best by your self serving judgment! Like a child playing with an adult, “I beat you! I beat you!” The adult looks shyly around for your sake, embarrassed by you.

The best of targets is your own self. The best of people hate their own selves whom they have left behind and below. A cringe at a memory: a sign of overcoming, like remembering your own declarations “I beat you!” But now you as the adult of your own self's child.

But you are still child to your own self. Not now, but later. You will look back on yourself, now, with shame. Such is growth and overcoming; good health in good spirits.

Too much self acceptance is a shamelessness of weakness, without the pain needed to move beyond your own self. One who feels pain over oneself does not think of other similarly, at least not easily.

You cringe at yourself, how can you think yourself as being better than a child now? You accept others better than you accept yourself.


Zero punctuation is zero rhythm.

Color with no outline. Raw.



A golden touch.

I am here for a short time. Let this time leave an impression.

Let there be a garden on the bare earth I lived.


With God, everything is commanded.


Evangelicals are good for one thing: Proving to others that any relationship you believe you have with God is self deception.

The nakedness of their self interest, and their desire to tear other people down, is so clearly shown in their puppet that they call God. God is a mouth piece of everything they must believe in order to cope with life. Once this is seen and hated in others, it is hard not to notice it in yourself and have any confidence in the truth of your own experiences.

Evangelicals make it difficult to see God as anything more than an embodiment of all our veiled interests.