I'll never understand anyone really caring about another humans beliefs.
I will say that I was raised as an Atheist/Quaker.
I will say that I have recently stepped away from God, and no longer approve of him, or any of his plans.
Not to say I approve of the Satan, he seems like an even bigger Asshole than God.
I simply do not approve Existence.
Anyone who had their part in the making, creation, or execution of this Existence is a fucking asshole.
That includes God and Satan, you and me.
I can not, with my mind, think for a single moment why suffering should exist.
Any Deity that decides suffering should exist is a Sadistic Mother-Fucker.
Fuck Sky-Niggers and Fuck Hell-Niggers as well.
I hear you, man. I hear you. It’s rough out there.
But I wouldn't say it is rough out there.
I'd say, in general, I've been dealt a pretty good hand with life.
I'm tall, handsome, muscular, born in a richer that average country.
And I still feel like shit.
When I lived in India, I saw people who were born into it.
People born by the Canals, which are literal Rivers of Flowing Shit.
They did not choose to be born there. They just were.
Literal flowing shit.
Nobody ever chose to be born.
We just were.
Serious, question: If you absolutely had to, how would you make existence? No cop out. I have no answer I’m fishing for. You have to make one.
But What I’m talking about is the knee-jerk delivery of the assertion of their own disbelief. They aren’t even interested in mine, only their own lack. It’s fucking odd. Like talking to a nihilistic narcissist robot.
I’m curious about your beliefs because you just delivered me an interesting story, and I care about your well-being.
We were Created.
Call it the Big Bang, or Physics, or God, some force at one point Forced all of us into Existence.
It could be random chance, like the Atheist says, or it could be divine force, like the Theist insists.
It is still Fucked-Up.
I never consented to Existence.
I never consented to having a conscious Mind.
I know, that no matter how hard I try, I will fail other people in my life.
And I Hate that.
The thought of not being able to make other people's lives perfect disgusts me and makes me hate myself.
I try so fucking hard, everyday, and I am usually pretty good at it.
But when I do fail, I add misery to the World, and that is something I never want to do.
This is not a good place.
This Place is Wicked.
And thank you for the exchange. I hope the people in your life appreciate your help, successful or not.
It is wicked, and getting more so. I usually stay on my farm but I’ve had to do some traveling recently and it’s fucking dire.
I read a book years and years ago about a group of people who believed that in order to be enlightened, you first had to have the worst thing in existence to push back on. Makes sense, really. If you’re going to escape samsara or what have you, you better do something extreme. This could actually be that situation.
Religion is a belief system. The world power structure wants their belief system to be the only one. We are currently at war in world war three. It's a war of beliefs. The plutocracy wants their religion ahead of all others. For a while it seemed the Wuhan virus religion was in the lead.
you think you're suffering?
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