Why not God?
Why would I rather God didn't exist?It's quite simple. He solves one mystery: why is there something rather than nothing? But he poses another in answering it: why is there God rather than nothing? So that's pretty much a tie.
Otherwise, God is just another burden on us, and we have enough.
I was going to explain what I meant by that, but thinking about it, it should be self-explanatory.
Also, this is not a good world. We can't even pretend it is. It's rubbish. It's grossly unfair and stupidly so. The bad often get rewarded, usually at the expense of the not-so-bad. Virtue does not bring success, or reward, no matter how you measure it. It tends to bring heartache, because it is just another weakness for the nonvirtuous, or simply callous, to take advantage of. We are poorly equipped to live in it, because we have been burdened with just enough intelligence to understand that we are alive, and not enough to live, enough to know who we are, and not enough to be able to change.
I don't think a god who made this world would be a good god. I'd rather it was the outcome of stupid chance. Because doing this on purpose would be really cruel.
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But it has beauty, I know you will say. Yes, it does. But you cannot ascribe all the beauty to God and the ugliness to man, because the most ugly things are not our fault. That we must die is not our fault. We'd live forever if we could. That we are driven by feelings we cannot understand is not our fault either. We didn't make ourselves (although maybe one day soon we will). And even those things that are our fault would be his fault too: he is supposed to have made us and at the same time to be outside time, so he knew how we would be.
But I do not blame God, because I have my preference. He does not exist. We are a joke the cosmos has played on itself, a rather unfunny, weak joke, which is told today, forgotten tomorrow. Let's not be sad about it though. With added God, it would only be funnier.
posted by Dr Zen @ 4:29 pm
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I will sit here, typing away,
thinking, reading books. And then
it will tire me, and I'll go
outside.
The wind is blowing across my face,
the people are interesting to
look at, there are animals...
It's like I ask for respite, and it's there. Where does that come from?
I don't care. I'm happy for that
moment.
- -
Okay,
Father Luke
boots sez:
No matter what was inculcated during your early times, the dynamics of your own world contain every clue you need. Understanding must be grown, it has no value given. Were we in the more gentle world for which you yearn the impetus to understand would be somehow missing. That world wouldn't be quite bad enough to need change. We'd have no more virtue than sludge growing atop a pond.
FL's comment points. We can choose to demand perfection, or we can choose to experience reality. Actually experiencing reality takes a sort of ignorance, given the screaming pressed toward our ears by a world that would grind us into products for sale. Time can be spent looking at pictures of tortured children or watching leaves blow in the wind. Ignoring the leaves seems irresponsible, a choice to align oneself with the heartless machine.
God is a crutch for the weak minded.
If a God on the Christian model exists it has to be the most vile and spiteful entity imaginable that should be cursed in Church not praised as being Love. Its obvious that if a god exists its malevolent and evil. The thought that such Malevolence could exist is enough to make you hope it doesn't exist, because if it does, there is an after life and its called hell.
Why would I rather God didn't exist?
yeah. why would you rather that God not exist.
It's quite simple.
is it?
He solves one mystery: why is there something rather than nothing? But he poses another in answering it:
what a rip off!
But he poses another in answering it: why is there God rather than nothing? So that's pretty much a tie.
a tie?
yikes.
anyway, oh my.
what an essay to pick apart.
absurdity by absurdity.
responses to the bickerfication to follow.
Once upon a time, an intrepid blogger surveyed the rotten mess that befouled the planet and wondered if he had any obligation to do something about it.
So he went for a quiet walk to collect his thoughts, search his soul, and decide what role, if any, he was being called upon to play.
And lo, a still quiet voice came to him and spaketh thus: "Get off your duff, doofus. Stop gazing at your navel and go and make the world a better place."
"Yah, right," responded the bemused blogger. "And who am I gonna say appointed me to this noble planet-saving cause?"
"Oh, just tell them The Process of Becoming has sent you," replied the voice of God.
"I bet you say that to all your agents," retorted the blogger.
"Not really," answered God. "I tried that once with Moses, and the damned translators got my name all wrong."
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