I'm moving this one to a more appropriate blog.

Posted on Myspace a few months back. I've decided that I need to move this somewhere more suited to this type of idea.

I was at work today, pacing around, and it hit me. A revelation, a moment of clarity if you will.
Man initially was Man the Beast. As a beast, man knew nothing but instinct and desire. However, something changed. Man invented. Man learned. Man the Beast became Man the Dreamer, and the Dreamer knew nothing. There was no beginning and no end, there was no Truth. There was only the viewer and his view. There was only what we now call Postmodernism.
This scared Man the Dreamer. His mind was young, he knew nothing of how to deal with it. And so, he did the same thing most Postmodernist do: he created the most absurd and fractional thing he could create. He created God. This was good: now Man the Dreamer had a means to find his answers. He had a safety net to keep him from fear. Man the Dreamer even dreamt of things greater than his own view. God had allowed him to create hope. He could now hope for something more than this confusing world. Man the Dreamer grew.
In time, his creature grew, aided by the Dreamer's willingness to offer more and more of his life to it. Soon Man was limiting himself in order to appease his creation. For his limitations he was granted guilt. Guilt kept man restricted, limited. But Man the Dreamer still has bits of Man the Beast within him. He longs for a release. Man then created his next great construct: love. Through love man could fulfill base desires without feeling guilt. He could have sex now, as long as love was involved. He could show charity and kindness on a few without feeling obligated to do so for all as long as he loved those he favored.
And so, with an overlord setting up limitations and a release for Man's selfish desires, the Dreamer crippled himself to crawl beneath God. This is the high point of religion: the Pope rules Europe, the Pharoah reigns in Egypt, Siddhartha is proclaimed the Buddha. At this point God is no longer an omniscient overlord. He is a man; specifically, he is Man the Dreamer personafied. He has power over the world. He reigns from a higher base than this confusing world. He is obtainable, yet he can never be touched. Man the Dreamer begins to stir. The Dream will end soon.
Like any creation, God is faulty. He cannot keep up the role he was created to play. The Pope loses his credibility amidst the schisms. The Pharoahs fall to Muslim conversions. God wanes in power. His outlets into the world lessen from many to few. His power within the few weaken. The Dreamer honors the Dream, but he is beginning to lose faith in his creation. God cannot stay the ideal Dreamer for long; he begins to fall back into dream. Man has developed his final tool needed for growth: he now creates doubt.
Man has safely bound himself in a web of limitations, guilt, selfishness and doubt. He forces himself to work around strange conditions, but he also finds many discoveries that he would have otherwise missed. He now knows science and math, he grapples with philosophy and meaning, and he creates time to measure it all (and history to measure time.) The Dreamer shifts under the realism of his dream.
And the Nietzsche kills God. The Dreamer opens his eyes for the first time since Man the Beast. Man the Conscious now walks the same world as his ancient ancestor. It is confusing, it is cold, and it lacks meaning. It does not start nor end, nor will it ever bend to rationality. We enter the age of Postmodernism once more.
And for all that Man has gone through, he is both better off and worse than he was the first time around. His condition is better because he has found basic Facts that he can use to search for some semblance of Truth. He is worse off because he now knows of hope and love and must come to terms with their falsity.