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My discussion in the philosophy and religion thread got me thinking, what is the point of religion? I was wandering around the bookstore yesterday and noticed that there was an atheist section with all kinds of books about the destructive nature of religious belief and how stupid the whole thing is. One book provided atheists for a rhetort for all the major reasons people believe in God. All the answers are standard empiricist and even positivist replies- anything that isn’t confirmable through direct experience, or falsifiable through experimentation doesn’t exist. Normally I am so steeped in American culture which has drunk in this philosophy as its standard for centuries now that I would’ve found part of myself sympathizing even though I do believe in God. However yesterday I got thinking on a different track.
It really hit me, as a reality, just how odd existence is. The fact that we are here, thinking about ourselves as ourselves, and looking around at a world which affects us and which we can affect struck me as extremely odd. Why is there anything at all? What is the underlying structure of it? What are quarks made of? If they are vibrating strings in 13 different dimensions, what are those strings made of it? What is spacetime made of… ultimately… fundametnally… and no matter what answer science gives, you can always ask about the next layer, what’s the next deepest layer to what we see? I think there are many different ways of putting this sense of discomfort, and you don’t have to have sophisticated philosophical ideas to wonder about this either. It’s a sense we all have of our contigency, deep in our bones, that gets us thinking, why?
I argue that the ultimate purpose of religion is to answer that question, to tell us what the really real is. I think about the sense of mystery that religions tend to invoke through ritual, music and architecture, through chanting and prayer, through meditation and even drugs. It’s all to transcend this world of ‘seeming’ to the world of the Real, the world at its deepest core, its substance, its essence.
From there I argue that only God can be the full answer to that human striving. Only God can be the ultimate ground of reality and source of all. Positing anything less than Him, a force with no personality and so no will to create or arguing that there is nothing more than the appearances, there is no ultimate essence all falls short of answer the question- what do you get when you cut through everything that you can observe, what is there, what is it that is the source of what we see?
It really hit me, as a reality, just how odd existence is. The fact that we are here, thinking about ourselves as ourselves, and looking around at a world which affects us and which we can affect struck me as extremely odd. Why is there anything at all? What is the underlying structure of it? What are quarks made of? If they are vibrating strings in 13 different dimensions, what are those strings made of it? What is spacetime made of… ultimately… fundametnally… and no matter what answer science gives, you can always ask about the next layer, what’s the next deepest layer to what we see? I think there are many different ways of putting this sense of discomfort, and you don’t have to have sophisticated philosophical ideas to wonder about this either. It’s a sense we all have of our contigency, deep in our bones, that gets us thinking, why?
I argue that the ultimate purpose of religion is to answer that question, to tell us what the really real is. I think about the sense of mystery that religions tend to invoke through ritual, music and architecture, through chanting and prayer, through meditation and even drugs. It’s all to transcend this world of ‘seeming’ to the world of the Real, the world at its deepest core, its substance, its essence.
From there I argue that only God can be the full answer to that human striving. Only God can be the ultimate ground of reality and source of all. Positing anything less than Him, a force with no personality and so no will to create or arguing that there is nothing more than the appearances, there is no ultimate essence all falls short of answer the question- what do you get when you cut through everything that you can observe, what is there, what is it that is the source of what we see?