Originally posted by axemansean
I don't believe in the existence of something that is not tangible. I haven't seen God, nor have I seen pictures of God and you can say that I'll see God when I die. What good does that do to me.
People can say God is this and God is that. Well its their belief and opinion and they are entitled to it.
Here's my problem:
I don't believe in a God. I guess I buy into the whole scientific, we were created by a long string of chaotic, physics-driven, random hapenstance going all the way back to the big bang... and what started the big bang? What was before that? Well, we don't know, but maybe after scientists bust their brains for a couple more decades, they'll figure it out. Of course, the problem is, everything we hold to be true about physics, science and reality will be difinitively disproven at some point. Hell, we may even figure out how to disprove our own existance if we pay enough mathematicians to work round the clock with a constant coffee supply.
My conundrum is, I don't believe in God. I don't believe in a single self-aware entity with real agency. Yet I've seen God. I've felt God too. Anybody whose had a
real spiritual experience would probably know what I'm talking about. Its
real and its
tangible.
In my brief escape from death (before life, and after life) I can see/feel God. When I die? I suspect I'll just end, just like theres nothing before when I was born. I think God is something that only touches the living, and in ways they're not expecting, yet I still don't believe in God. :thinking:
Chaos. The string of amazing events that has led to now. Our bodies are composed from the remnants of ancient dead stars. Exploding furnaces blown across expanses so unimaginable we can only assign numbers to sigify their size. The shiny new car part you just bought, everything. Our own agency blinds us from the sheer improbability of it all, but its true: we are a beautiful freak occurence. We view our planet from a pricise pin-point in time. We just happen to catch it at the moment when a jet-stream is lit up in the darkening purple sky in the autumn dusk. We see God. Maybe Chaos is my God. Maybe thats what I've felt. Maybe thats what has moved me. :dunno:
I was born to a Catholic family :down:. I've tried a couple different Christian/pseudo-Christian ideas :down:, checked out Buddhism :dunno:, talked to all the wierd hippies that hang out in this town:eh:, and I don't buy any of it. Not a word.
Yet I'm confident in my spirituality. I'm not sure what it is, precisely, but I know its there. I see God as a moment. A brief flash of glory that touches you so deeply you cant shake it. I've never felt God for more than couple seconds throughout my life, yet I can recall every moment (there are 5) God has been in my presence.
So I don't believe something I know exists? So I worship chaos? Maybe, I'm not really sure :loco:
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