"God"
Who is God?
This topic is by far the most complicated of any.
I say now that i truly mean no offense to anybody reading this.
I believe that religion was created by humans, for humans, to cope with, and to understand the world in general.
Their is no adamant proof that any God, anywhere, in any religion exists.
That being said, there is no adamant proof of a singularity, a big bang, or a reoccuring universe, and there still remains the greatest question of all. Where did we come from, What was before.
You cannot create something from nothing, much in the same way that you cannot make something into nothing.
There are arguments both ways, however, God confuses me the most.
Imagine if you were God. And you made humans in the likeness of yourself. Would you not get fed up with them praying every single second of every single day? Would you not simply hate the lords prayer? If i were God, and I created people, I would simply love for them to just leave me alone!
The one thing that i would find most humorous of all, if i were God, was that when i created a storm on the seas, or sent an earthquake trembling through a city simply because i wanted to, I would get billions of prayer requests from unrelated people across the world to help their souls. A bit counter intuitive.
For this arguments sake, lets say that God's abilities far exceed any humans. Lets say that he is simply a being beyond our comprehension.
Then the problem arises, which God/gods are real?
You cannot say that they are all the same, one entity interpreted different ways, because all religion counteracts all other religion. They say completely different things.
Would you blame this on the fallacies of humans for not interpreting God in the right way? Who could you blame. You cannot blame the Muslims, for what if you had been born into a Muslim family?
So then, which God/gods are real?
One singular religion cannot be correct. For that to be true, it would also mean that a vast majority of the worlds population was wholly incorrect about God from the get go. It just seems so improbable.
Let us turn to Christianity. It has been around about 2000 years. It also believes that the Greek and Roman Gods of old are myth.
But they were steadily believed in for a good 2000 years as well.
I know little about the nature of God/gods, but i do know that they do not simply just die and go away.
Where are those twelve great Olympians now. Were they defeated by Christianity's God in some epic war in the heavens?
That goes against God's teachings. "Love thine Neighbor"
I ask again. Who is right?
Who can be right?
It just doesn't make sense. It doesn't add up.
This is why i am Agnostic. I am undecided.
I do not know what to believe when so many are apparently "wrong".
Religion is not a blessing. It is not greatness. It is just a story. An idea. An idea so well supported that it seems to be reality.
Over the history of the world, there has been more bloodshed for religion, for one God is right over one God is wrong, than anything else.
If there is a God, did He mean for the crusades to happen? or the inquisition? or even WWI?
If He is all powerful, He could have stopped it.
But He did not. Can you say He loves you?
Can you say He loves all those people He let die?
Who is God. or rather. What is God?
He is certainly not the being you preach him to be.
I believe that makes your religion, "wrong"
lets fight over it.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Utopia? I think not.
There is no such thing as a perfect world, for if there was, there would be but one person who would surely parish.
A vision of peace and prosperity, of great wealth and happiness, has always been in the hearts and minds of men. (I will assume, for the sake of this blog, that this is a general consensus for an idealistic lifestyle.)
However, if one takes this vision and attempts to create a hypothetical world, eventually, it breaks down.
Aldus Huxley, the brilliant writer of the story Brave New World, envisioned such a place. Conformity was his answer. Conformity from birth.
This world was successful, but it also destroyed the essence of human individuality.
The Giver and Anthem are two other prominent stories that depict perfect worlds. They experience similar ends to that of Brave New World's.
Hence visions are a no-go, people cannot live without being individuals.
That is why there is music and art and dance and theater. Art is people screaming from the inexplicable source within them what words cannot say.
That is why people, especially young ones, hold on to such radical ideas and styles.
They strive to be different.
They strive to be special.
Even so, there are those who attempt to fashion the world for perfection.
Throughout history, many have tried, and whether they meant to or not, they all have failed.
Examples of this include the chronicles of Hitler, Stalin, Genghis Khan, Gandhi, Jesus Christ, you know of at least one.
Bottom line is, no matter how many people believe in one cause, there is always another to counter, and despise it.
I have always thought that the inverse to the common idiom, "One man's trash, another man's treasure" suits this well.
Individuality. That is the source of conflict.
Conflict. That is something that defies the goals of Utopia, of a perfect world.
This implies that with individuality there is conflict, therefore, if there is but one individual, problems cease.
But the world is a very large place without planes to travel it.
One man cannot live long alone, and even if he does, the human race would die with him in his old age.
A vision of peace and prosperity, of great wealth and happiness, has always been in the hearts and minds of men. (I will assume, for the sake of this blog, that this is a general consensus for an idealistic lifestyle.)
However, if one takes this vision and attempts to create a hypothetical world, eventually, it breaks down.
Aldus Huxley, the brilliant writer of the story Brave New World, envisioned such a place. Conformity was his answer. Conformity from birth.
This world was successful, but it also destroyed the essence of human individuality.
The Giver and Anthem are two other prominent stories that depict perfect worlds. They experience similar ends to that of Brave New World's.
Hence visions are a no-go, people cannot live without being individuals.
That is why there is music and art and dance and theater. Art is people screaming from the inexplicable source within them what words cannot say.
That is why people, especially young ones, hold on to such radical ideas and styles.
They strive to be different.
They strive to be special.
Even so, there are those who attempt to fashion the world for perfection.
Throughout history, many have tried, and whether they meant to or not, they all have failed.
Examples of this include the chronicles of Hitler, Stalin, Genghis Khan, Gandhi, Jesus Christ, you know of at least one.
Bottom line is, no matter how many people believe in one cause, there is always another to counter, and despise it.
I have always thought that the inverse to the common idiom, "One man's trash, another man's treasure" suits this well.
Individuality. That is the source of conflict.
Conflict. That is something that defies the goals of Utopia, of a perfect world.
This implies that with individuality there is conflict, therefore, if there is but one individual, problems cease.
But the world is a very large place without planes to travel it.
One man cannot live long alone, and even if he does, the human race would die with him in his old age.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Life is a shadow of what it used to be. But it is the difference in what is and what used to be that defines us.
this is an assumption that i have drawn from personal experiences and my own reflection on what changes have occurred in the last years of my life.
i am relatively young in the world. Because of this, four years seems like such a vast expanse of time. and as i think back on how i truly used to think and truly used to feel... i have such a hard time understanding how elderly people are not the wisest people in the world.
maybe it is that there is just so little in the world to experience and understand.
maybe it is that i have a very poor understanding or i underestimate the wisdom of those older then i
or maybe it is because of the habitual and hum drum patterns of life after the age of thirty.
it could come down to simple science. i have read that human brains begin to deteriorate at a certain age.
maybe we are at our brightest relatively early.
you can see my confusion.
This is beside the point. the point is that I have noticed a great influx of knowledge, experience, ability to discern, and overall wisdom in the last four years.
and this will happen regardless of who you are over time.
On its face, this is obvious. Common sense.
However, despite it being common sense, its product is my faults, my fallacies, and my strong points.
These characteristics define me.
This is tremendously unhelpful because i do not realize these faults, fallacies, or strong points until they come into play, and by that time they are a thing of the past and useless to who i am anymore.
This is a problem.
If i ask myself, "Who am I?" The answer, after a long and tedious process that, in the end, comes up short, is, "I simply am who i am."
This leaves others to define me. But they are as inept, if not more so then i, for they are not me, and they only learn things about me as i perform them, and by that time i experience a result from my action and hence am a new person.
If i cannot define myself, and others cannot as well, then how will i ever know who i am.
the answer is simple.
it is our experiences, our actions, or shadowy past that defines us, not our current living bodies. they are but vassals for what is the result of what used to exist.
As usual, i do not claim originality in this blog, for it probably has been thought of before.
this is an assumption that i have drawn from personal experiences and my own reflection on what changes have occurred in the last years of my life.
i am relatively young in the world. Because of this, four years seems like such a vast expanse of time. and as i think back on how i truly used to think and truly used to feel... i have such a hard time understanding how elderly people are not the wisest people in the world.
maybe it is that there is just so little in the world to experience and understand.
maybe it is that i have a very poor understanding or i underestimate the wisdom of those older then i
or maybe it is because of the habitual and hum drum patterns of life after the age of thirty.
it could come down to simple science. i have read that human brains begin to deteriorate at a certain age.
maybe we are at our brightest relatively early.
you can see my confusion.
This is beside the point. the point is that I have noticed a great influx of knowledge, experience, ability to discern, and overall wisdom in the last four years.
and this will happen regardless of who you are over time.
On its face, this is obvious. Common sense.
However, despite it being common sense, its product is my faults, my fallacies, and my strong points.
These characteristics define me.
This is tremendously unhelpful because i do not realize these faults, fallacies, or strong points until they come into play, and by that time they are a thing of the past and useless to who i am anymore.
This is a problem.
If i ask myself, "Who am I?" The answer, after a long and tedious process that, in the end, comes up short, is, "I simply am who i am."
This leaves others to define me. But they are as inept, if not more so then i, for they are not me, and they only learn things about me as i perform them, and by that time i experience a result from my action and hence am a new person.
If i cannot define myself, and others cannot as well, then how will i ever know who i am.
the answer is simple.
it is our experiences, our actions, or shadowy past that defines us, not our current living bodies. they are but vassals for what is the result of what used to exist.
As usual, i do not claim originality in this blog, for it probably has been thought of before.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Everything
10/8/08
Everything is connected:
There is nothing I can say now that you have not already heard.
There are no inferences I can make on this subject that have not already been made.
That being said, this is still my blog, and I will write what I feel like writing.
The title of this webpage is "Everything"
Everything could mean anything, which, in this case, it does.
Anything could range from a stone on the beaches of the Black Sea in Bulgaria to the humbling feeling a simple architect has standing in front of a magnificant Frank Loyd Wright building.
Anything could be the heart in your chest or the soul in your body.
Anything could be anything.
And since everything means anything;
Everything is connected to everything else simply because that is what it could be.
On a more practical note, everything is also physically connected. When something dies and/or decomposes, it becomes part of the surrounding earth. Since this has been happening since the earth was born... odds are that everything has some small part of everything else.
Everything is connected to everything simply because it is a part of it.
Everything is connected:
There is nothing I can say now that you have not already heard.
There are no inferences I can make on this subject that have not already been made.
That being said, this is still my blog, and I will write what I feel like writing.
The title of this webpage is "Everything"
Everything could mean anything, which, in this case, it does.
Anything could range from a stone on the beaches of the Black Sea in Bulgaria to the humbling feeling a simple architect has standing in front of a magnificant Frank Loyd Wright building.
Anything could be the heart in your chest or the soul in your body.
Anything could be anything.
And since everything means anything;
Everything is connected to everything else simply because that is what it could be.
On a more practical note, everything is also physically connected. When something dies and/or decomposes, it becomes part of the surrounding earth. Since this has been happening since the earth was born... odds are that everything has some small part of everything else.
Everything is connected to everything simply because it is a part of it.
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