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MindOverMatter
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If life is an meaningless accident, if we live to escape death, if life is nothing more then then the opportunity to exploit the senses, eat, sleep, poo, and interact with other organisms, then what is the point of living, outside of the fantasies that we generate to make ourselves feel better about living?
Is there any reason to take life seriously?
Is there any reason to perceive life as rational?
Is there any reason to be moral?
Is there any reason to tell ones self that life is worth living?
Is there any reason to believe that ones behavior is better then somebody else’s?
Is there any good reason to bring children into this world, knowing of all the potential horrors and fleeting pleasures that exist?
Do we live because we fear death, and if we had no fear of it would we honestly continue living?
Is it more rational to stay alive or commit suicide?
When i was an atheist, i came to a point in my life where I was faced with these questions. Having been free from the so called fantasy of God, I began to see through the fantasies, the horrors, the weaknesses and the insecurities of the human ego and the inequality of the social hierarchy that we call humanity. I became aware that humanity could never fulfill me, that i was just tolerating them. I suddenly became aware of the mystery of existence, that i existed, and i could no longer take it for granted or hide from the cold despair that seemed to permeate my awareness of it. I became aware that any notions of normality, reason and morality meant absolutely nothing in regards to my world view, and that the only reason that i was tolerating this insanity that people called life, was because i feared death. But i could tolerate existence no more.
I was faced with the question of suicide, because i couldn’t find any value meaning or rational purpose in living. Life is insane. But i was also faced with the Question of God, because God is the embodiment of meaning purpose and the fulfillment of life.
I found that the question of why i exist as a person and why i desired fulfillment as a persons in terms of purpose, meaning and life, could only be sufficiently explained by the existence of that which justifies those desires as an objective truth; the Christian God.
So i didn’t begin as a philosopher, at least not to the degree that i am now; but instead i accepted faith as a principle of being because i refused to exist as a “person” under any other circumstance or condition. The insanity of life had to either end, or become the best that it could possibly be, and that is eternal life, happiness and joy, with Jesus Christ.
It seems to me, that once one sees life for what it is, and lives honestly day to day meditating on naturalism and its consequences, looking at life through a naturalistic world-view free from fantasy making, life becomes intolerable.
But perhaps somebody disagrees?
Is there any reason to take life seriously?
Is there any reason to perceive life as rational?
Is there any reason to be moral?
Is there any reason to tell ones self that life is worth living?
Is there any reason to believe that ones behavior is better then somebody else’s?
Is there any good reason to bring children into this world, knowing of all the potential horrors and fleeting pleasures that exist?
Do we live because we fear death, and if we had no fear of it would we honestly continue living?
Is it more rational to stay alive or commit suicide?
When i was an atheist, i came to a point in my life where I was faced with these questions. Having been free from the so called fantasy of God, I began to see through the fantasies, the horrors, the weaknesses and the insecurities of the human ego and the inequality of the social hierarchy that we call humanity. I became aware that humanity could never fulfill me, that i was just tolerating them. I suddenly became aware of the mystery of existence, that i existed, and i could no longer take it for granted or hide from the cold despair that seemed to permeate my awareness of it. I became aware that any notions of normality, reason and morality meant absolutely nothing in regards to my world view, and that the only reason that i was tolerating this insanity that people called life, was because i feared death. But i could tolerate existence no more.
I was faced with the question of suicide, because i couldn’t find any value meaning or rational purpose in living. Life is insane. But i was also faced with the Question of God, because God is the embodiment of meaning purpose and the fulfillment of life.
I found that the question of why i exist as a person and why i desired fulfillment as a persons in terms of purpose, meaning and life, could only be sufficiently explained by the existence of that which justifies those desires as an objective truth; the Christian God.
So i didn’t begin as a philosopher, at least not to the degree that i am now; but instead i accepted faith as a principle of being because i refused to exist as a “person” under any other circumstance or condition. The insanity of life had to either end, or become the best that it could possibly be, and that is eternal life, happiness and joy, with Jesus Christ.
It seems to me, that once one sees life for what it is, and lives honestly day to day meditating on naturalism and its consequences, looking at life through a naturalistic world-view free from fantasy making, life becomes intolerable.
But perhaps somebody disagrees?