This post is for miz Pixel dust.
On her most reacent post, she talks of what the I is...got me thinking, and eventually got me on the topic of 'god'. so here is a little spleal of my philosophy, influenced greatly by Freidrich Nietzsche.
Nothing has purpose unless we give it purpose, for example, the purpose of a printer is to print documents, why does it have that purpose, because we created it to serve that purpose. This also extends into ideas. The purpose of math is to have a standard number system that is workable and enables us to understand quantity, and amounts. So, the world only has purpose, and for that matter, life, because we give it purpose. The only reason we say there is a god, is because we created him to serve a purpose, to explain things we cannot. This goes back to the pagan beliefs. They had gods for all sorts of things, water, air, forest, and thunder, all to explain why events occurred. Then the advent of science, and reasoning came into play and we can explain these things, so many of those gods dissipated. Now, we have the basic idea of "God" as in all major faiths, Christianity, Judaism, Islam, etc. What is he there for? Simply to explain what we can not, that being our consciousness, the after life, anything that we can not yet explain. Some day, someone will be able to define consciousness, and an accepted idea of the after life will overwhelm us all, and god will cease to exist. This is when humanity will realize how insignificant its nuclear weapons, and 8 slice toasters really are, and will start to live just to live.
This now brings us to what started it all. What got us to the point of giving things purpose? This is where any faith or idea is basically just that, a faithful idea. Nothing can be proven about any truth in the universe, because we have no power to see far enough out, if far enough out exists. Herein lays my point. We do not know where the universe ends, so why does it have to? Could the universe just be a giant endless spance of space and time, so giant in fact, that its size is absolute zero, and we exist inside that nothingness? Or are the major faiths correct? Were created by a greater being, or perhaps an unmoving mover that set the whole thing into motion? Which came first, the chicken, or the egg? Did we create god to serve a purpose, or did god create us to serve his purpose? What purpose could he possibly have for us? If he has such powers, that he can create entire galaxies, what use would he have for us? And if he did have a purpose, would we not just be a cash crop for him? Harvesting the good of humanity for himself, and casting the rest aside? I would tend to side with the idea that we are an accident, to coincidental collision of two particles traveling the spance of endless time and space and time, an event common in the vast universe.
I was asked what evidence I have to back this claim up, and I rebuked that no one has any evidence of anything universal. The theologian would turn to his holy book, but that is mere words, penned by man himself. Man has no jurisdiction over the laws of the universe. All we can to is theorize about the universe around us. I find it easier to accept that we are just part of a grand ballet of accidental collisions and random occurrences.
On this note, I will now end with how we will all end. Say there is a god, and a heaven, I have now cast myself into the hell of non heaven demons, but how much better would it be with out that? How much better would it be to just cease to exist. Its a theory that makes you want to believe in some kind of after life, but at the same time, acknowledge there isnt any afterlife. So I am stuck with two options, or chances; Hell, or non existence. Knowing that I stand a better chance at not continuing my existence, that is the road I will hope for, and hope upon that hope that maybe, there is some sort of afterlife, and afterlife that merely mirrors you to another random dance of molecules in another location.
Note on the Endless universe:
To have this so called endless universe, if you were to try and map it, where would you start? If you have no edges, you must start in the middle, and work your way out, even though it would never end, at least it would keep you busy.
And now to end on a somewhat lighter note, here is a poem i have been working on.
The Gardners Letter:
The Red rose with White petals surrounding.
Its long black stem dotted with sharp thorns.
These thorns are black and have pierced skin.
The blood ran down the finger, down the stem,
Parted, my tearing eyes gazed upon those petals.
The Red and White where blooming forth,
Pushing out and away from the black.
This powerful bud spreads open, rehearsed,
And the blood stops flowing out, reverse.
The tears dry and the blood clots, ink flows.
Dear Red and White rose,
With your dark black stem.
I see your beauty
And feel your pain.
Your thorns have pricked me,
But I am sure
When I picked you
We are even.
I can see the center of you,
Down your stem, so tightly rolled,
And across your petals.
You are beautiful,
You are strong,
But through your beauty
I can see your despair.
So my dear rose,
With the black stem,
And Red and White petals,
I leave you with my ink.
For if you know me,
You know my ink.
Lovingly yours,
The Gardner.
~CFC
On her most reacent post, she talks of what the I is...got me thinking, and eventually got me on the topic of 'god'. so here is a little spleal of my philosophy, influenced greatly by Freidrich Nietzsche.
Nothing has purpose unless we give it purpose, for example, the purpose of a printer is to print documents, why does it have that purpose, because we created it to serve that purpose. This also extends into ideas. The purpose of math is to have a standard number system that is workable and enables us to understand quantity, and amounts. So, the world only has purpose, and for that matter, life, because we give it purpose. The only reason we say there is a god, is because we created him to serve a purpose, to explain things we cannot. This goes back to the pagan beliefs. They had gods for all sorts of things, water, air, forest, and thunder, all to explain why events occurred. Then the advent of science, and reasoning came into play and we can explain these things, so many of those gods dissipated. Now, we have the basic idea of "God" as in all major faiths, Christianity, Judaism, Islam, etc. What is he there for? Simply to explain what we can not, that being our consciousness, the after life, anything that we can not yet explain. Some day, someone will be able to define consciousness, and an accepted idea of the after life will overwhelm us all, and god will cease to exist. This is when humanity will realize how insignificant its nuclear weapons, and 8 slice toasters really are, and will start to live just to live.
This now brings us to what started it all. What got us to the point of giving things purpose? This is where any faith or idea is basically just that, a faithful idea. Nothing can be proven about any truth in the universe, because we have no power to see far enough out, if far enough out exists. Herein lays my point. We do not know where the universe ends, so why does it have to? Could the universe just be a giant endless spance of space and time, so giant in fact, that its size is absolute zero, and we exist inside that nothingness? Or are the major faiths correct? Were created by a greater being, or perhaps an unmoving mover that set the whole thing into motion? Which came first, the chicken, or the egg? Did we create god to serve a purpose, or did god create us to serve his purpose? What purpose could he possibly have for us? If he has such powers, that he can create entire galaxies, what use would he have for us? And if he did have a purpose, would we not just be a cash crop for him? Harvesting the good of humanity for himself, and casting the rest aside? I would tend to side with the idea that we are an accident, to coincidental collision of two particles traveling the spance of endless time and space and time, an event common in the vast universe.
I was asked what evidence I have to back this claim up, and I rebuked that no one has any evidence of anything universal. The theologian would turn to his holy book, but that is mere words, penned by man himself. Man has no jurisdiction over the laws of the universe. All we can to is theorize about the universe around us. I find it easier to accept that we are just part of a grand ballet of accidental collisions and random occurrences.
On this note, I will now end with how we will all end. Say there is a god, and a heaven, I have now cast myself into the hell of non heaven demons, but how much better would it be with out that? How much better would it be to just cease to exist. Its a theory that makes you want to believe in some kind of after life, but at the same time, acknowledge there isnt any afterlife. So I am stuck with two options, or chances; Hell, or non existence. Knowing that I stand a better chance at not continuing my existence, that is the road I will hope for, and hope upon that hope that maybe, there is some sort of afterlife, and afterlife that merely mirrors you to another random dance of molecules in another location.
Note on the Endless universe:
To have this so called endless universe, if you were to try and map it, where would you start? If you have no edges, you must start in the middle, and work your way out, even though it would never end, at least it would keep you busy.
And now to end on a somewhat lighter note, here is a poem i have been working on.
The Gardners Letter:
The Red rose with White petals surrounding.
Its long black stem dotted with sharp thorns.
These thorns are black and have pierced skin.
The blood ran down the finger, down the stem,
Parted, my tearing eyes gazed upon those petals.
The Red and White where blooming forth,
Pushing out and away from the black.
This powerful bud spreads open, rehearsed,
And the blood stops flowing out, reverse.
The tears dry and the blood clots, ink flows.
Dear Red and White rose,
With your dark black stem.
I see your beauty
And feel your pain.
Your thorns have pricked me,
But I am sure
When I picked you
We are even.
I can see the center of you,
Down your stem, so tightly rolled,
And across your petals.
You are beautiful,
You are strong,
But through your beauty
I can see your despair.
So my dear rose,
With the black stem,
And Red and White petals,
I leave you with my ink.
For if you know me,
You know my ink.
Lovingly yours,
The Gardner.
~CFC
Pixel likes Food for Thought. I agree with a lot of what you have said.