The Value of Doing Great Things vs. Imagining Great Things

In the car yesterday, flipping through radio stations, i stumbled across a song i'd not heard before.  Seemed catchy.  Good melody, pleasing composition.   Then the lyrics kicked in and I started to want to bash my own face through the windshield.

"I can only imagine 
What it will be like 
When I walk 
By your side 

I can only imagine 
What my eyes will see 
When your face 
Is before me 
I can only imagine 

Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel 
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still 
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall 
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all 
I can only imagine 

I can only imagine 
When that day comes 
And I find myself 
Standing in the Son 

I can only imagine 
When all I will do 
Is forever 
Forever worship You 
I can only imagine"

Now, before i delve further into the dementia this spawned within my already crowded frontal cortex, let me first say that, I GET IT.  It's a SONG.  I REALLY "get it".  However, what I ALSO get is that there are millions of people who are SO influenced, on a biochemical level, but such things as melody, harmony and auricular rhythm, and, when you subject those people to such and couple those musical components to lyrics that attach directly to their hypothalamus and validate the myths that they have been indoctrinated with, the end result is an opiate like "high" that leaves them swooning with emotion that dictates their very next behavior.

Bad juju.

Now back to this insipid song.   OF COURSE you can "only imagine", you fucking halfwit.  That's all you're doing in this case.  IMAGINING shit that IS NOT REAL.  It's more commonly called DELUSION.    Things like this remind me of toddlers sitting in a circle in a daycare, with Pennywhistle the Clown, from Stephen King's IT, sitting in the center of the circle, leading a sing along of the theme from Welcome Back Kotter.

So I'm then driven to compare and contrast the very greatest and deepest value of BEING human.  And i'm left perceiving two camps of individuals who find any value at all in imagining such things.   Camp number one are those who actually use their lives to CREATE useful things, and uncover previously unknown things which become of great tangible use and value to all of mankind.   Chemists who develop new drugs that save lives, engineers who build new structures that make life better and safer.   Scientists who work to understand the limits and power of the living cell.  Physicists who unlock previous untapped sources of power and energy to drive the things we love and depend on.

Camp TWO are the fucking halfwit cock-monkeys who do nothing more than write insipid song lyrics designed to make people abandon their higher thought processes and go "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!", while drool collects on their chins.  The REALLY "good ones" are also skilled at incorporating images of deities and eternal life, life after death, and all that happy horseshit to keep you tied in to the scam.    Snake oil salesmen.

So, in the face of this, i get accused ALL the time, of being devoid of the ability to appreciate beauty in things, especially the things which naturally occur.  I get accused of being unable to experience the "WOW" when looking at the stars, when looking at a waterfall, when seeing two dogs still joined at the ass, now facing opposite directions after 20 seconds of carnal behavior.

NAY, i say.   I see more beauty in all things which capture my eye because i see them for WHAT they are, for what they TRULY are.   I see the elegant dance of gasses, particles, minerals and elements when I look to the stars.  I see the power and grace of water as it carves it's way through granite at the base of a stunning waterfall.  And I see the amazing genetic procreation of a new organism when i see two dogs fucking in my neighbor's yard.

And so, I say to you, fuck your "imagination", and pass the gravy, you insipid fucking shaved apes.