rickdugan's assertion that my comments were a bit sad made me reflect. So I decided to consult with the wisest of the ricks. The barnacle is the deepest thinker among all of the ricks. That guy is Plato, Socrates, Hobbes, Descartes, and Wittgenstein all rolled into one. If all you had to do all day was adhere to the surface of a luxury yacht wearing an impeccable suit and waving your enormous barnacle dick at passersby you'd take some time to contemplate life too.
So I asked him "rick my fried, why do the hairless apes attribute the creation of a world to a god? Why do they believe he is the source of morality? For their morality is so flawed?"
What did he say? He told me to put my best suit, stand against a wall, and wave my BSLC at passersby. He said that if I watched the hairless apes rather than just pursuing the female hairless apes for my gratification I should understand you. It is only by getting into the mind of a wildebeest that one can truly appreciate eating the wildebeest.
That is one wise arthropod.
ROAR!
"He told me to put my best suit, stand against a wall, and wave my BSLC at passersby."
Where the heck did I leave my bolt cutters?