I didn't know that the inscription on Jim Morrison's grave is Ancient Greek for "Faithful To His Demons."

Did you?

The world is a sad, sorrowful nightmare, riddled with violence, rage, and death.  I hate it.  I understand what people are trying to do when they waste their time trying to inject "positive energy" into the world by an act of will.  But you might as well try to save the Titanic by bailing it out with a teacup.  The ship was doomed the instant it hit the iceberg, and no one was going to save it.  The iceberg of humanity is sin.  Once we hit it, our ship was going down.

Positive energy was never going to save us.

Which is not to say that it's necessary, or even remotely desirable, to be unkind to people.  The "positivity junkies," the acolytes of denialism who are faithful to their demons, actually believe that it's negative to face reality.  They will be dragged to the bottom of the sea, believing they are good.  They will stare with incredulity at the fires of hell, rising like waves over their feet.  They are proof that nihilism isn't always dark.

Sometimes the inferno wears a smiley face.

Personally, I think pathos is important.

If The Doors had never recorded anything else, if Jim Morrison had only ever written this poem, I believe it would be cause to force everyone in the world to give them a standing ovation, at least once.  If Muslims have to make a mandatory pilgrimage to Mecca to walk in circles around a giant, monochrome Rubik's Cube, Westerners should be required to listen to "The Severed Garden/Feast of Friends" at least a hundred times before they die.  Not to be faithful to the demons (like the Muslims are), but as a way of facing the pathos inherent in a fallen, sinful world.  Of realizing that putting your faith in "positivity" is like drinking antifreeze to stay warm, simply because it says "antifreeze" on the bottle.

"It says positivity on the bottle, therefore it must be good."  If you have graduated from Kindergarten, your soul is overqualified for such a base, remedial excuse.

But be faithful to your demons, if you must.

At the end of this documentary, it says that the inscription on Jim Morrison's grave reads, "Faithful To His Demons."  According to Google Translate, the phrase κατά τον δαίμονα εαυτού means "Against the demons within thyself."  Somebody is wrong, but this is still the best documentary about the end of Jim Morrison's life I have ever seen.

The uploader doesn't allow the video to be embedded, but the footage linked in the photo below captures a candid moment in a demon's life.  Whether Jim Morrison decided to go against those demons in the end, or be faithful to them, is a matter of conjecture.

But one can make an educated guess.

JIM MORRISON of THE DOORS 1967 SHELBY G.T. 500 MUSTANG

The furious joy on display in the screenshot above isn't normal.  It's beyond human.  Perhaps beneath it.  Whatever the case, the furious pathos that dominates the world is the reason I'm a Christian.  Many people make the mistake of believing Christianity is a "religion," or just another thing that dumb, superstitious people believe to make themselves feel better.  They think that, perhaps, because that is what they are themselves engaged in.  An act of superstitious positivity, founded in subjective delusions and traditions.  They tell themselves, "I don't need a cross, I can empty this sinking ship with a teacup and a smile," and project this vain, deluded process on everybody else.

But that's not what Christianity is.  The closer each person gets to the end of the world, whatever form that may take, the more obvious it becomes that Christianity is simply the way things are.  It's not a system of belief, or a tradition.  It's just the truth.  We are sinners, Jesus was/is God, and Heaven and Hell are real, literal places that exist outside of time, and in which every human being will exist in perpetuity.  It is either true, or it is not.  It doesn't matter what anybody believes.  Who cares what you believe?  Not me.  Do you care what I "believe?"  For every reason, I certainly hope not.  What difference does it make what I believe?  I mean, what difference does it make... to me?!?

It makes no difference whatsoever.  What matters is what's true.

That's all.

So, embrace the iceberg, and commit your greatest act of secular heresy today.  Renounce the false, denialistic positivity that puts antifreeze in your lipstick and drags you like a tombstone toward the bottom of the sea.  It will take moral courage, but once the miseries and pleasures merge together and flake off of this life like scales from a reptile, that courage will be easier to find.  In fact it's our only out.  if we don't embrace the fact that the ship is sinking, and realize that none of the pleasures of the current nightmare will survive the impact with eternity, we're not going to make it. 

But if we do...

"Can you picture what will be?  So limitless and free?"

I can.  Partially because I know I can't.  Whatever the case,

This is obviously the end.  Beautiful friend.

Thanks for listening.