Narcissism

nar·cis·sism  [nahr-suh-siz-em]

noun

1. Inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.Synonyms: self-centeredness, smugness, egocentrism.

Narcissism: It’s a cornerstone of the Yahwehian religions that have the audacity to claim their god made man in his own image. That is in due course to assume their god has an equal number of hairs as a chimpanzee, albeit ours are finer so as to give the impression of nakedness. It is to assume their god has an appendix; great at one time when heavy leaves were a part of our diet but utterly useless and oftentimes quite dangerous now. It is to assume their god has a completely dysfunctional Jacobson’s Organ in his nose or the equally useless auriculares muscles in his ear. It is to assume their god has wisdom teeth rendered useless after the discovery of cooking. It is to assume their god has the now meaningless plantaris muscles in his feet, or the completely unusable remnant of a tail in the coccyx. It’s narcissism, pure and simple, to believe you are so perfect a representation of life that your form should be preserved forever. It’s narcissism to believe you’re so deeply wonderful that although you’ve lived your life moving from one near cataclysm to the next punctuated only by moments of brilliance and sometimes horrible failings that you should be gifted a perfect heavenly hearth after death just so you can live the life you always thought you could have had it not been for life itself getting in the bloody way.

So let’s cut to the chase. Self-indulgent love – the kind of introspective emotion and outward action inspired by naïve notions of a personal god – is regressive love, if you could even call it “love.” It’s a closed system circling only itself, and feeding only itself. There is no moral victory to be had in this orgy-of-one echo chamber.

Here, now pay careful attention, I’ll let you in on the tangible truth: