A Letter Marked for Delete

21st of December 2012

Dear World,

How do you feel? What are you thinking? What are you aware of? Were you asked these kind of questions? … I guess not. Almost no one bothered to care. Actually, those are some basic forms of questions of Gestalt Therapy founded by Fritz Perls. Without you to live in, Fritz couldn’t have founded it. Thomas Edison couldn’t have invented the Phonograph. Albert Einstein couldn’t have met Physics and found out that he’s a genius. Hippocrates couldn’t have given birth to medicine. World. Without you they are nothing —human beings are nothing. But as time passes by, you’ve been mistreated. Battered. Bruised. Broken. It’s so ironic that people keep on counting their wounds and comparing scars with each other. And worse of all —complaining. But what they don’t know is that …

From years to eternity or is it eternity turning into years?

World. You have different time zones. You control time. You are your own time machine. When everything hurts so much and completely wrecked, time slows down —every second stretches to a minute. When everything is so fine and perfect, time flies and everything was like a snap of a finger —how magical. How manipulative of you Dear World …

How soon would you end killing people? A minute ago, there were families completely happy. A minute later, they’re completely dead. Either buried in the depths of their own homes or floating on the waters. Overpopulation is a major problem for us though billions have already died. Mass murder. Genocide. Or is it you fighting back?

Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Global Warming, Tornadoes, Violent Storms, Neverending Rains, Blizzards, Heatwaves, Landslides, Drought, Volcanic Eruptions, Hailstorms. Symptoms of an Angry World. A world roaring in torment. A world in crying in pain. A diseased world. A living global funeral.

Were Homo Sapiens too much to handle? Perhaps God was wrong. You weren’t fit for the Job. But don’t blame yourself. It’s just that, it is too much for one World to handle —and too much for one God to handle. Being the World … Not an easy work. That’s not a guess. Any random mood swings or poor performance can simply cause global catastrophes.

Also, being a God is a hell of a job. How about human beings, were they fit for their jobs?

The hurt they have caused you made you numb. It might even took away your capacity to feel pain itself. People made you learn how to be as evil as they are. Now, they’ve driven you insane. I understand. It was just way too much for you to handle. You have to fight back.

Poor world. For such a long time, human beings are killing each other to own you. Territorial hunger. The strive for ownership kills and destroys. They rather destroy you so that no one can claim ownership. Own or Destroy. Sick selfishness. Fucking pigs. They created power to own you. In their eyes, power is synonymous to ownership. Success is being measured based on the number of things under a person’s name. A Philosophy that spells widespread chaos.

Those Powerful Countries, they’ve created gunpowder that lead to the production of nuclear bombs and high-powered weapons that lead to production of deaths and destruction. Little Boy and Fat Man. M-16 and AK-47. Tools to gain ownership. Tools for destruction —but in their eyes, it’s for protection.

They participate in wars to protect their territories and to expand it. They train people —mostly young people, to become nothing but a toy soldier. You can see kids holding guns in Iraq and a lot of suicide bombers waiting for their virgins in heaven. A war fought for generations and generations. The bloodshed is just getting better and better staining your skin, Oh Dear World.

“Killed or be killed. The law of the land.” In case you don’t know, that’s a song from one of your bands there. I like listening to them. They always have a place here.

To kill in order to protect. They train people to be good at obeying blindly. Manipulating each other. Taking advantage of everything than being responsible and fair. They condition their own minds for war! They create more weapons and tactics rather than thinking of ways of stopping it. War against evil. War against drugs. War against poverty. War against corruption … War against violence. But haven’t they asked themselves…

What kind of peace comes from violence? How can human beings stop a war with them holding weapons?

To people, you’re a battlefield. A large graveyard. A place to party. A big trash can. A place where they can piss and shit on. A great wide stage wherein they show themselves off. A place where they can put their valuables.. But aren’t you valuable too?

Used … Abused … Fucked. You were treated as an an object —a non-living thing which is the main reason why they’re living. It’s what they do … What people do …

Billions against one world. You are a victim of those corrupted creatures. Unfair. But hold on. Don’t completely become like them. Please.

World… I’m begging you. Please don’t even think of committing suicide. . . . We are already having a hell of hard time here.

Hoping for your Cooperation,
Hell Census Bureau

PS: We are dead jealous with Heaven. So far, for such a long time, they never had problems with Overpopulation.