Wake Up Call...
We do nothing to deserve what we get in life. There is no fate, no mandatory way in which the world must work. Everything is an arbitrary mess. We believe in a god so that we can escape the uncertainty of mortality only to be returned to an unfeeling, unthinking oblivion.
If the Christian God is a Divince Clockmaker, then His clock is imperfect. How "all-powerful" can something be if it has wants? God wants humanity to adore him, so he gives humanity pain and uncertainty and "miracles" in the form of plain, good luck. If God were to love humanity, then there wouldn't be any pain in the human race. Free will turns to evil only because of the evil already in the world. The idea that without saddness there can be no happiness is only relevant in our reality; a reality that God chose and created. If He is all-powerful and all-knowing then it would be easy for Him to create a world where humans appreciate happiness without ever knowing pain. Pain teaches nothing about the love of God; it only makes us more fervent believers in an attempt to escape the futility of life. It is arbitrary that "God" wants us to feel pain so that we can believe in Him. That is human logic based in a human reality with no god present. Why has everything been created in this way? And, if it were another way, why would everything be created in that way? Life is arbitrary.
Where do we go when we die? Does consciousness cease to exist?
Where will Sparky go when he dies? Will his personality cease to exist as his corpse rots in a trash dump (for that is sometimes where they send animals that are euthanized, or so I hear), unseeing eyes glazed over as flies land on them, planting maggots that will feed on his unfeeling flesh. Maggots that will help return his body to the inanimate, unfeeling atoms that it once was. Maybe, instead, he will be incinerated. His corpse will lie on a cold, metal table, tongue out, as slowly he is fed into a burning hot furnace. The his body will ignite, and the flesh will soon give way to muscle which will soon give way to bone. Ashes that will be thrown onto a trash heap, dirt open to the sky.
"his back legs are very bad he has a tumor that they can't operate on because he might not last through the surgery and then if he does do we want to put him through the pain of recovery when his thigh muscles are atrophied. (as the right one is now) medication will only take the pain away but might make him have a harder time getting up to go out. he has a multitude of problems-his liver count is not good-build up of plaque on his teeth which does not help the liver or kidneys- his tumor on his butt that might rupture and is now bleeding alittle for the past 8 days. I took him to the vet on friday and we discussed all the options. and i'm sorry about having to tell you when you are at school. its up to you when you would like to come home. I will probably take him back to the vet on Monday or Tuesday. I love you Mom"
So, do I stop my life and go home? Or, do I go home this weekend and hope that he's alive? I'd say pray, but we've already established that praying that is useless unless one "believes" in its effects.
Fang died last finals. I didn't go home because I wasn't told that my parents killed him. I did well on my finals. I may as well go home this weekend instead of right now, because, really, what does it matter if I see him or not? Either way, I'll be depressed, time will eventually heal my emotions that evolved so that my species could continue as social animals, and then this arbitrary life will end (for me) with my body rotting underground; my personality - my soul - remembered by those living until they, too, are returned to the unfeeling molecules and random atoms of a universe that exists for no reason and that will continue in its meaningless void with or without them.
"I love you Mom" That's a useless phrase. Love is not useful once one sees it's falsities, it's selfishness, the fact that it only exists because we humans crave a feeling of belonging and want to make sense out of an nonsensical world. Love. A feel good emotion that one just has to go with, because if one is going to live in such a useless world, why not pretend to enjoy it?
If the Christian God is a Divince Clockmaker, then His clock is imperfect. How "all-powerful" can something be if it has wants? God wants humanity to adore him, so he gives humanity pain and uncertainty and "miracles" in the form of plain, good luck. If God were to love humanity, then there wouldn't be any pain in the human race. Free will turns to evil only because of the evil already in the world. The idea that without saddness there can be no happiness is only relevant in our reality; a reality that God chose and created. If He is all-powerful and all-knowing then it would be easy for Him to create a world where humans appreciate happiness without ever knowing pain. Pain teaches nothing about the love of God; it only makes us more fervent believers in an attempt to escape the futility of life. It is arbitrary that "God" wants us to feel pain so that we can believe in Him. That is human logic based in a human reality with no god present. Why has everything been created in this way? And, if it were another way, why would everything be created in that way? Life is arbitrary.
Where do we go when we die? Does consciousness cease to exist?
Where will Sparky go when he dies? Will his personality cease to exist as his corpse rots in a trash dump (for that is sometimes where they send animals that are euthanized, or so I hear), unseeing eyes glazed over as flies land on them, planting maggots that will feed on his unfeeling flesh. Maggots that will help return his body to the inanimate, unfeeling atoms that it once was. Maybe, instead, he will be incinerated. His corpse will lie on a cold, metal table, tongue out, as slowly he is fed into a burning hot furnace. The his body will ignite, and the flesh will soon give way to muscle which will soon give way to bone. Ashes that will be thrown onto a trash heap, dirt open to the sky.
"his back legs are very bad he has a tumor that they can't operate on because he might not last through the surgery and then if he does do we want to put him through the pain of recovery when his thigh muscles are atrophied. (as the right one is now) medication will only take the pain away but might make him have a harder time getting up to go out. he has a multitude of problems-his liver count is not good-build up of plaque on his teeth which does not help the liver or kidneys- his tumor on his butt that might rupture and is now bleeding alittle for the past 8 days. I took him to the vet on friday and we discussed all the options. and i'm sorry about having to tell you when you are at school. its up to you when you would like to come home. I will probably take him back to the vet on Monday or Tuesday. I love you Mom"
So, do I stop my life and go home? Or, do I go home this weekend and hope that he's alive? I'd say pray, but we've already established that praying that is useless unless one "believes" in its effects.
Fang died last finals. I didn't go home because I wasn't told that my parents killed him. I did well on my finals. I may as well go home this weekend instead of right now, because, really, what does it matter if I see him or not? Either way, I'll be depressed, time will eventually heal my emotions that evolved so that my species could continue as social animals, and then this arbitrary life will end (for me) with my body rotting underground; my personality - my soul - remembered by those living until they, too, are returned to the unfeeling molecules and random atoms of a universe that exists for no reason and that will continue in its meaningless void with or without them.
"I love you Mom" That's a useless phrase. Love is not useful once one sees it's falsities, it's selfishness, the fact that it only exists because we humans crave a feeling of belonging and want to make sense out of an nonsensical world. Love. A feel good emotion that one just has to go with, because if one is going to live in such a useless world, why not pretend to enjoy it?