life and death
I've been thinking about it a lot. As is normal. For me, at least. I try and try to convince myself that there will be something after we die. But, it does not really get me anywhere. I mean, I look to the sky and see a giant moon orbiting our planet. Our planet, which dwarfs the moon, sits weightless in a gravity vanquished space and orbits the sun. The sun, which in turn, relative to size, makes the earth a mere speck on the spacial radar. Then, our sun becomes a mere blob within a finite galaxy that overwhelms the senses with its capacity. Where does humanity stand on this scale? Humanity is so completely minuscule in comparison to just this galaxy. This galaxy, which is just one of hundreds of billions of galaxies in this ever accelerating universe. In comparison to that scale, humanity is nothing. Even if there is a God, which I still do believe there is, to think It would care about each individual human's soul is ridiculous. To think It would have created a little shelf in the middle of the universe to store the billions upon billions upon billions of humans souls that have passed on would be ludicrous. To be that outrageously detailed, to care for every individual's identity, would be outstanding for this galaxy alone, not to mention for the numerous other events of life in other galaxies.
But then, I look back down onto my own finger tips and then onto the ground. I realize that the detail in my life, the detail on my planet, is so ornate and absolutely infinite that I can somehow still entertain the idea that perhaps, some form of awareness after death is possible. But the absolute bottom line, for me, is this: there is no absolute wisdom. There is no knowing. There is no way to ever grasp what really occurs after death until it happens. Once you're dead, you will either be aware, or you won't. And if you're not, then you won't care anyway, because there will not be a you left to care. I think this argument makes me really lean towards hoping for awareness after death, because there are no real consequences behind believing. Either you're right, or you're dead. No losing.
But the thing is, a lot of people say that whilst living a life of belief, one wastes their life hoping for something that never comes. I believe, yet I don't really feel like i'm waiting to go somewhere else. I love my life and I plan to live it with the primary goal of complete happiness.
I don't really know where i'm going with any of this. I think i'm just sick of people attacking spirituality in the name of hating religions, as though they were permanently linked. I feel the same animosity towards most organized religions as the next atheist or retarded satan spouting upside-down cross bearing neophyte. But I still have faith that some force, call it a God if you want, exists that control this universe, and everything in it.
I know that the big bang occurred out of nothingness. Yet miraculously, an infinitesimally dense yet microscopically small speck emerged out of the nothingness. Then this speck exploded with monstrous energy and the nothingness was taken over by the universe in its rapid quest to create life as we know it. Science can never explain what caused this speck to emerge from nothing. Not only nothing, but no time. No remnants of time or space existed before this quark-sized dot pierced the fabric of a vacuum. So, in my opinion, as is my belief, something, some God, whatever It may be, jump-started the universe.
Goodnight.
But then, I look back down onto my own finger tips and then onto the ground. I realize that the detail in my life, the detail on my planet, is so ornate and absolutely infinite that I can somehow still entertain the idea that perhaps, some form of awareness after death is possible. But the absolute bottom line, for me, is this: there is no absolute wisdom. There is no knowing. There is no way to ever grasp what really occurs after death until it happens. Once you're dead, you will either be aware, or you won't. And if you're not, then you won't care anyway, because there will not be a you left to care. I think this argument makes me really lean towards hoping for awareness after death, because there are no real consequences behind believing. Either you're right, or you're dead. No losing.
But the thing is, a lot of people say that whilst living a life of belief, one wastes their life hoping for something that never comes. I believe, yet I don't really feel like i'm waiting to go somewhere else. I love my life and I plan to live it with the primary goal of complete happiness.
I don't really know where i'm going with any of this. I think i'm just sick of people attacking spirituality in the name of hating religions, as though they were permanently linked. I feel the same animosity towards most organized religions as the next atheist or retarded satan spouting upside-down cross bearing neophyte. But I still have faith that some force, call it a God if you want, exists that control this universe, and everything in it.
I know that the big bang occurred out of nothingness. Yet miraculously, an infinitesimally dense yet microscopically small speck emerged out of the nothingness. Then this speck exploded with monstrous energy and the nothingness was taken over by the universe in its rapid quest to create life as we know it. Science can never explain what caused this speck to emerge from nothing. Not only nothing, but no time. No remnants of time or space existed before this quark-sized dot pierced the fabric of a vacuum. So, in my opinion, as is my belief, something, some God, whatever It may be, jump-started the universe.
Goodnight.