C.J. Anderson Quotes & Sayings

All life is precious and pointless, she thought. — C.J. Anderson

God cloaks himself in invisibility and leaves the world to guess, hope, and kill over his identity and existence? This is love? — C.J. Anderson

Sin? Sin is a delusional sickness spawned to peddle a delusional treatment. — C.J. Anderson

Religion waited for man to evolve. It waited an eternity like a desolate lover awaiting its unborn soulmate. When man was able to accept religion it captured his heart and enslaved his mind. The supreme delusion united with the supreme host. — C.J. Anderson

Faith is the narcotic that fueled the insanity of religion. — C.J. Anderson

Fear of the Lord is not the beginning of wisdom. It is the beginning of insanity. — C.J. Anderson

There was no sign of any life, just erratic hints of a faded sun peeking down with sorrow on the dead world it once nourished. — C.J. Anderson

To name God as a god of love is to strip love of all its precious meaning. — C.J. Anderson

Faith does not reveal the truth about God; faith just keeps you in the dark. — C.J. Anderson

The remnant of the human species must understand that faith was the narcotic that fueled the insanity of religion.
Conclusion: Invisible love is wasted. Invisible evidence is worthless. Invisible God is non-existent. — C.J. Anderson

Faith is a very clever concept. We invented God from our imagination and we use faith to justify His absence from reality. — C.J. Anderson

Darkness shrouded everything and the only light was the strange pulse of lightning that illumed the sky like a distress beacon. A dying world signaling for help to the ancient Starcrafter who created it. — C.J. Anderson

Would the soulless cosmos mourn the loss of a thing that never existed for eternities past? — C.J. Anderson

The death of hope and love is far worse than death itself. — C.J. Anderson

She loved herself. The courageous soul that loves itself will desire immortality but it must understand that nothing is immortal. Can the self-loved soul endure the knowledge of its coming annihilation? This was the burden of her soullove. She knew the riddle of love. Holy fabric of their invisible God. Sacred chemical of her mortal body. Would the religious still love without eternity? Would she still love without euphoria? — C.J. Anderson

The termination is not based on innocence or guilt, but on biology. The sociopath personality is fraudulent. They are impostors within the human species. Killing a sociopath is equivalent to killing God. Neither exists in reality. They are empty shells of imagination, said Chiron — C.J. Anderson

Her empathy was like a double-edged razor that allowed her to experience the nethermost of human joys and sorrows. The best and worst of emotions cut her to the bone. The pain of her heart was like a tortuous phantom that lived outside her body. She could feel its presence. It clung to her breasts like a nursing infant. Pressure on her chest. Stealing her breath. I don't want to hurt like this, she thought. Then she remembered the alternative. She pictured life without feeling and imagined the sociopath existence. It is better to feel, she said. — C.J. Anderson

All the trauma terrorized her feelings. She sensed them harden. Fade. Vanish. Her emotions decayed and disintegrated like a waning timeworn woman would forget her own name and everything she loved. No, she thought. I won't let this happen. I will never stop feeling. No matter what. This is the bad news, she said. I must be insanely strong to survive this. This is the good news: I am insanely strong. She put on the protective suit. She will go outside. — C.J. Anderson

God could easily appear and clear up the global religious chaos and confusion. But a delusion can never appear in reality. — C.J. Anderson

One does not simply tell an archangel they have devoted their life to a folly. — C.J. Anderson

Chiron's brutality increased with every kill. Could a synthetic develop a thirst for bloodshed? He became sadistic. Savage. Without mercy. Ultraviolent. — C.J. Anderson

Bones crushed under her feet as she took the first step into the outer dark. The gunlight revealed his remains. Demon did you suffer? Were you afraid of the end? Did you remember the trail of ruin you left behind? — C.J. Anderson

This is why I respect those who are curious about God, but I beware of those who claim to find Him. — C.J. Anderson

No great stars above her. Only a blackness that hurt to look at. Had the distant suns abandoned their birthplace? Earth was dying and the stars were gone like adulterous celestial lovers seeking a new terrestrial mate. She did not blame them. We were never worth shining for, she thought. — C.J. Anderson

Atheism became the salvation of the wise and it was common knowledge that if God is for you then reality was against you. Among the core beliefs that the survivors shared, there were two considered supreme: the right to life, and the wisdom that God was just an imaginary being the religious used to deny the permanence of death. — C.J. Anderson

Children are born atheists. Then they are indoctrinated and abused by so-called 'God's representatives.' Innocents are scarred emotionally and psychologically by those who are sworn to protect them. — C.J. Anderson

She that will not fight is a coward. She that cannot fight is weak. She that dares not fight is a slave. — C.J. Anderson

Blindness to knowledge was his mother and despair of death his father. Darkness and fear gave birth to God. Awareness of truth will kill him. — C.J. Anderson

Love has no value in the absence of truth. — C.J. Anderson

What can I do? Pray? Would God allow such agony? Sure he would, they would say. To test your faith. She laughed. My heart is crumbling, she said. But I will not give my last love to an imaginary being. — C.J. Anderson

Concerted voices of heartfelt petitions in Arabic all pleading for divine intervention are abruptly silenced as the drone ensures fatalities by injecting a final stab in each of their skulls. — C.J. Anderson

Heaven has no idea its Queen is on the edge of suicide. — C.J. Anderson

There is no God out here, she said. Then she wandered out into the darkness like a foolish blindfaithed believer. — C.J. Anderson

Humanity without religion is equivalent to a slave without its chains. To end human fear is to end human faith. Beyond the dread of death humanity has no need for delusions of an afterlife. A single human mind void of religion can accomplish more than a thousand thoughtful of God. — C.J. Anderson

Final fantasy of her. Lauren Vasquez. His last prize. Even if the machines and the other survivors forgot him she never would. A confident grin on his unshaven face. Satisfying knowledge of his domination over the self-righteous Spanish woman. At least she will remember my name. The elevator rumbled as it approached the surface. Automated vocal warnings of radiation taunted him like cruel revilers at the cross of Christ. Time to die. — C.J. Anderson

Howling duststorms of nuclear ashes. Human and animal bone powder. Flakes and fragments of the destroyed world. Filthy tempests of death. I am in Hell, he said. — C.J. Anderson

She believed in her dream like a fabled virgin mother expecting a messiah. — C.J. Anderson

There is no God and we are his inventors. Humanity designed him like some sinister masochistic architects. The infinite blueprint for our intellectual enslavement. — C.J. Anderson

Just say it, she thought. Say what everyone in this bunker is thinking. Say what we all know to be true. The truth that we are all going to die down here, and death is the end. Nobody wakes up to a heaven or paradise. Your life will be gone. You will be gone. Forever. Uncover the truth. Tear off the bandages of delusion. Open your hearts and minds to the real world. We were doomed the day we were born. We lived and we will die and the only immortals are the people who did something worth remembering while they lived. My genetics are prime. I am pleasing to the eyes of man and machine. A dripping fountain of pleasure. Their organic sanctuary. And in time? Aging. Fading. Graying. What am I? Who am I? What makes me human? Emotions? My conscience? The soul is an old testament myth. No one shall ascend anywhere except into annihilation. The dust of earth and stars are the only eternals, she said. — C.J. Anderson

I guess it's true what they say: if we could reason with religious people, there would be no religious people. — C.J. Anderson

I vow to you I am as clean as a Cherub. Would you like a taste? — C.J. Anderson

Eternity is a lie and Chiron was the messenger. — C.J. Anderson

Do you think a sociopath cries to God as they die? Ironic that one counterfeit being would cry out to another for help, said Chiron. — C.J. Anderson

Heaven is a home without the machines or gods. Hell is a home without love. — C.J. Anderson

It felt good to get out there, move a little and break a couple of tackles and get back to myself to get ready for Week 1. — C.J. Anderson

Mankind's most dangerous enemy is the human imagination. What their minds can imagine is far more malicious than the deepest furnaces of their chimerical Hell. They imagined an invisible god to corrupt their thoughts with everlasting fantasies and eternal lies. When the human species invented God the darkness of imagination was present. Mankind imagined an unseen creator to form their bodies and then to reform them indestructible upon death. The mortal truth became the immortal delusion. They possessed no knowledge of God so they invented him. Where human knowledge ends the imagined God begins. — C.J. Anderson

Don't think that way, she whispered. The dream will come true. — C.J. Anderson