The God Delusion
What if life is simply an experience our creator wanted us to have. To learn about love, loss, joy... both by experiencing those things and by experiencing the absence of them.
What if our creator is in each of us. All our failings, and perfections. Our mistakes and our opportunities.
What if our creator is omnipotent and yet powerless. Having created a vast universe and crafted a finely tuned array of principles and laws that we can experience freedom to choose what we believe. That we can reap the consequences of our choices, as individuals, families, tribes, states, nations, cultures, and as a species. For us to have choice and freedom that no action by our creator can tip us beyond faith in whatever we believe, to a rational and provable knowledge.
Or what if we are skin, meat, bone, fat, and electrical signals. A complex mammal capable of learning advanced concepts, remembering vasts amounts of knowledge, and sophisticated communication? What if we are simply an evolutionary construct? That my consciousness exists only as long as my body is a working unit. That when my body fails I cease to exist? What if this is it? That each moment is potentially my last?
I believe in a soul. In a metaphysical transformation that leaves me coherent when my body dies. I believe in a vast connected fabric of souls connected as though time, space, and the physical are entirely artificial constraints.
Yet to consider that this could be everything and that there could be nothing beyond what we can see, hear, touch, and taste... How poignant and perfect that would also be. How grateful I am for this limited time to love, learn, grow, connect. To participate in an ancient process and then return to the void.
Can both be true? That I will eventually cease to exist as I am is as inevitable as it is obvious. Yet I feel it deeply in my consciousness that there is more. That there is a connection to something beyond what is purely physical.
What if our creator is in each of us. All our failings, and perfections. Our mistakes and our opportunities.
What if our creator is omnipotent and yet powerless. Having created a vast universe and crafted a finely tuned array of principles and laws that we can experience freedom to choose what we believe. That we can reap the consequences of our choices, as individuals, families, tribes, states, nations, cultures, and as a species. For us to have choice and freedom that no action by our creator can tip us beyond faith in whatever we believe, to a rational and provable knowledge.
Or what if we are skin, meat, bone, fat, and electrical signals. A complex mammal capable of learning advanced concepts, remembering vasts amounts of knowledge, and sophisticated communication? What if we are simply an evolutionary construct? That my consciousness exists only as long as my body is a working unit. That when my body fails I cease to exist? What if this is it? That each moment is potentially my last?
I believe in a soul. In a metaphysical transformation that leaves me coherent when my body dies. I believe in a vast connected fabric of souls connected as though time, space, and the physical are entirely artificial constraints.
Yet to consider that this could be everything and that there could be nothing beyond what we can see, hear, touch, and taste... How poignant and perfect that would also be. How grateful I am for this limited time to love, learn, grow, connect. To participate in an ancient process and then return to the void.
Can both be true? That I will eventually cease to exist as I am is as inevitable as it is obvious. Yet I feel it deeply in my consciousness that there is more. That there is a connection to something beyond what is purely physical.