Dear, C. S. Lewis I know you are resting. Rest easy, I do not make conference with the dead. But I shall speak to you, the you I know in your books, and I shall say a few words. First off, that I do not believe the world is flat. And secondly, that I do not worship Christ because he can make the world a better place. The world is a faltering star, slowly waning into a state of evil. A state of wickedness. At my age, men wear masks because they are wicked. I wear a mask because I have spoken wrong, on many occasions. The faith is waning in these years, and the more I read, the more I realize Christ is true. It's not because Confucius or Aristotle haven't made cogent moral philosophies, but that what they had gotten right, it was taught and demonstrated by Christ. Mozi and Lao Tsu are complimentary to Christ, proving quite objectively that his morals are discoverable. As solid as the Tele Dan Stele or Great Isaiah Scroll, these moral evidences are precious to me, that I had chosen the right religion. But, understand that Christ would make a better world. And as my world is waning into its age of "Science", Science which steals every man's liberty, I find the principles of faith, that there is a God, would free me from my duties of wearing masks, and would stop me from being censored and having my words erased from the common public forums. Is there a group of Witches who writhe and control the earth? I do not know. You write about them in your Space Trilogy. And though it is my least favorite of your books, the faith you have to believe despite everything is paramount. I would believe no matter what. Because as we both know, whether the earth is round or flat, or spins on Satan's finger, there is a God. And Jesus' words prove Him to be that God. I have to admit, I fear being alone. Much of what I wrote was to make less doubtful the tenets of my religion. To make clear that there was a flood--- How I do not know. I liken it to some spiritual event. Where literal water fell from the sky, and flooded the whole earth. Maybe several billion years ago. Maybe man had been upon this earth for eons, and maybe there is a cycle of birth and death, where man's civilizations perish in fire. When you wrote, Mr. Lewis, it was paramount that people believed, just like it is today. But, today we traipse close to war. In your time we did as well, but now, my happy existence is threatened by the belligerence of nations. I am powerless to stop it. I am not its catalyst. Rather, its cataloger. And as faith disappears the world becomes like Philip K. Dick's story I just read. A world where men are unable to ideate and project into the future. They are unable to think critically, and only details are given to those who strive in the higher castes. And because of this censorship, because of this ignorance, some man finds the Robot, and he gives it life. He is taught that it was a moralist who destroyed happy living, but it was---as of modernity---the robotic hive clusters of men radicalized by propaganda. Freedom I espouse. Let man put any word to ink. That is speech. But men play the dreams of Morpheus---They watch so much Television that their dreams turn to Black and White, as my Grandfather's were. And they play those dreams and corrupt themselves. Yet, it is censorship that is destroying us.
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The Modern Skeptic
When all philosophy fails
A man brings his cup to his lips.
He despairs Socrates,
Saying all love was for his hips.
He says, “All we know
“Is that beauty catches the eyes,
“Woman’s flesh upon my glans
“Is the only meaning I can find.
“And how I want to live;—
“I don’t care who has to suffer.”
The Intelligent Learn How to be Stupid
The intelligent learn how to be stupid.
I used to pretend to be stupid,
In order to fit in, in order to survive.
Sentences with clear meaning
Fall over the heads of readers and listeners,
So, instead of using reason,
Just say, “That stupid because science.”
No matter how much logic or facts are packed into a sentence,
No matter how much research,
No matter how much evidence for the things unseen,
Or the substance of things hoped for,
Men lie, men steal, men learn the art of dumbing down
Their arguments to mere Rhetoric and Sophistry,
Getting it confused with logic.
How frustrating it is,
To listen to people go on and about
All the different myriads of stuff.
If presented with a cogent argument
They deny, deny, deny.
They even use tactics to win an argument.
Imagine if courts were all about winning,
Not proving innocence or guilt.
But, since egos are on the line,
People’s records of “Being tough on crime,”
Innocent people go to jail.
Precisely because of this bias and fundamental flaw
In the way we engage in communication.
It’s not to draw from men their wisdom
But to convince men that we are right.
How do you convince people of God’s existence today?
By simply presenting them with the case.
But, they would rather believe in no God,
Because it’s easier.
Deluded, but easier.
They call me a “Flat Earther,”
When I am nothing of the sort.
I say, rightly, we ought to believe in Evolution
And Earth as a Sphere.
The fact remains that I have never seen whether either existed.
I have faith that scientists are not lying to me.
Now you must have faith that I am not lying to you.
There is a God, and the reason why is because there is right and wrong.
There is communication.
There is truth.
There is good.
There is evil.
There is love, joy and peace.
Some might say, “How does that prove that God exists?”
How does Pi get calculated?
I would ask that to anyone who has never done it before.
Simply put, you just measure a circle’s circumference.
These things I present are the measurements used for God.
That there is righteousness and goodness.
You might say, “Well, didn’t God permit crimes?”
I would simply say, “Against nations filled with murderers,
“Pedophiles and cannibals.”
Given into that context, you’d have to be crazy
Not to see why they were destroyed.
Thus, when we refine an argument to its most crystal points
It’s most refined kernel,
All of the nuance of truth disappears.
When it disappears,
Men rely on the most primitive facts to discover moral judgment.
Rightly, the Cross is a rock of offense because the LORD had commanded
Wars, yet what do those critics do?
They simplify all arguments to a Sophistic draught
Of nothing, so that there cannot be justice.
And justice is formed by the comprehension of words and their intentions.
Thus, if one were to ask,
“Why ought not the intelligent learn how to communicate with the stupid?”
The reason why is that justice and mercy are at stake.
Should I say it to my friend,
Whom I argued with last night,
I would say this,
“Friend, there is a whole body of knowledge you’ve never seen.
“There is much you do not even know.
“I know, quite well, what you mean by “science”.
“But, do you know what I mean about justice?
“Science, unhinged from Word,
“Would become so disgusting and terrible for men and mankind,
“That without Word or its comprehension,
“There’d be no justice.
“Justice is found in the Word,
“The ability to judge the complexities of thought and motivations.
“Without that, I’m afraid science would be more like a prison
“And less like a wing.”
I doubt he would understand it.
As, why would he?
He is stubborn,
That simply in the word’s meanings
That is how you know it is truth.
What do you do with deaf ears?
Can you teach them to hear?
As meaning is integral,
And is the sole truth I am teaching.
Not facts, not actualities.
Simply that it can be understood
With the proper amount of time and effort.
And with that, it proves a whole world
Inaccessible to most of our modern men.
For intelligence, when it stoops to the lowest depths
In order to catch the ear with a rhetorical persuasion,
Is the most foul use for it.
Bring the low high,
Do not let the high be humiliated.
B. K. Neifert 