Blog Break 11: Random post

Fellow sufferers, since yours truly is feeling quite lazy, I am going to share a few posts with you.

The first one is a letter addressed to god, but which I think the religious and especially those who are so opposed to LGBTs should read. It is entitled dear god and I hope the author will got answers from his/her god and share with the rest of us.

The next post, random post in case I die any time soon, struck me as quite interesting. I agree with her that the only way to immortality is through the works we leave behind. I don’t, however, allow any room for the existence of deities. It’s a good read, a personal promise to improve humanity, a hard task I reckon, it is much easier to improve oneself, but all the same, yours truly wishes her well.

The last post, why we suffer, fails miserably in its attempt to explain why we suffer. A brief stroll through the bible, one realizes that the authors of the bible were clueless on why we suffer. One notices many instances where the Israelites suffer for being faithful to their  god and they also suffer when they disobey their god. In Job, this god doesn’t know why Job suffers unless if we accept that assuaging his ego must be one of the reasons. The author quotes one of my favourite books of the bible, Ecclesiastes,

I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;
I refused my heart not pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my work, and this was the reward for all my labor.
Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun….
So I hated my life…. (Ecclesiastes 2:10-11, 17)

but makes a wrong conclusion that without Jesus, whose existence is yet to be proved, the search will be meaningless. Our lives are not meaningless because we don’t have Jesus, life is meaningless in and of itself. If this wasn’t the case, boredom wouldn’t visit us. Faced with this absurdity, we must create meaning. We must rebel against this absurdity. To further claim that the suffering Jesus, if he lived, suffered on the alleged cross is even comparable to the suffering that our race goes through every passing day is to make a joke of human suffering! For, please tell, how can suffering, freely chosen by a god to god, be compared to children dying from starvation in the horn of Africa as a result of poor policy of their governments or inclement weather; how does this compare with a child suffering from cancer; or children who are everyday abused by those who should protect them; or those whose lives are shuttered because of earthquakes and tsunamis and many other disasters? No, the suffering of Jesus, if he lived, or for any deity for that matter cannot explain why we suffer. We suffer not because there is any cosmic dictator who sometimes is angered by how we have done stuff here, no, far from it. I don’t know why we suffer. Nature however is indifferent to how we feel and we must for that reason adapt to the circumstances it throws our way. Finally, therefore, fellow sufferers, many hung onto life going through unbearable suffering hoping they will get reprieve, for them I wish them well. Let us help each other as we suffer through this existence, let us make each one’s journey pleasant and above let us lighten the burdens of our fellow travellers as we travel to nothingness from whence we had come. No one person’s suffering can be compared to another, for each person walks his own road!

Afterlife, count me out!

Friends, your good host is feeling lazy today but that does not mean he doesn’t have gems to share. I like this one on the afterlife and if you still want an afterlife, I wish you well and I hope that you get a good choirmaster in heaven and that the people who never attempt to sing in church but are headed to heaven will have heavenly and musical voices or you will wish you died once and it ended there.

The past week, the pope announced we[atheists] if we did ‘good’ were going to heaven. A statement which one spokesman for the Vatican clarified and said something to the effect you must be catholic to go to this heaven. Well, first I don’t think there is another life. I have no proof  for it, and since it didn’t bother me before I was born, I don’t see why it should bother me when am gone. The pope and his minions must know, if they are intelligent, that atheists, speaking for myself, have no belief in heaven and hell. That we wish that people live their lives here fully and as the great Marcus Aurelius said,

“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”

I wish there was an afterlife sometimes, I wish my mum who went before me would see what have become. I wish she would be happy that am trying to make the life of our lot better by killing gods and dealing with superstition. That she would be happy that I managed to get out of the shackles imposed on us by religion.

I share with you some thoughts of Jean Meslier on the afterlife.

But, it will be said, is not the dogma of the immortality of the soul consoling for beings who often find themselves very unhappy here below? If this should be an illusion, is it not a sweet and agreeable one? Is it not a benefit for man to believe that he can live again and enjoy, sometime, the happiness which is refused to him on earth? Thus, poor mortals! you make your wishes the measure of the truth! Because you desire to live forever, and to be happier, you conclude from thence that you will live forever, and that you will be more fortunate in an unknown world than in the known world, in which you so often suffer! Consent, then, to leave without regret this world, which causes more trouble than pleasure to the majority of you. Resign yourselves to the order of destiny, which decrees that you, like all other beings, should not endure forever. But what will become of me? you ask! What you were several millions of years ago. You were then, I do not know what; resign yourselves, then, to become again in an instant, I do not know what; what you were then; return peaceably to the universal home from which you came without your knowledge into your material form, and pass by without murmuring, like all the beings which surround you!

We are repeatedly told that religious ideas offer infinite consolation to the unfortunate; it is pretended that the idea of the immortality of the soul and of a happier life has a tendency to lift up the heart of man and to sustain him in the midst of the adversities with which he is assailed in this life. Materialism, on the contrary, is, we are told, an afflicting system, tending to degrade man, which ranks him among brutes; which destroys his courage, whose only hope is complete annihilation, tending to lead him to despair, and inducing him to commit suicide as soon as he suffers in this world. The grand policy of theologians is to blow hot and to blow cold, to afflict and to console, to frighten and to reassure.

According to the fictions of theology, the regions of the other life are happy and unhappy. Nothing more difficult than to render one worthy of the abode of felicity; nothing easier than to obtain a place in the abode of torments that Divinity prepares for the unfortunate victims of His eternal fury. Those who find the idea of another life so flattering and so sweet, have they then forgotten that this other life, according to them, is to be accompanied by torments for the majority of mortals? Is not the idea of total annihilation infinitely preferable to the idea of an eternal existence accompanied with suffering and gnashing of teeth? The fear of ceasing to exist, is it more afflicting than the thought of having not always been? The fear of ceasing to be is but an evil for the imagination, which alone brought forth the dogma of another life.

You say, O Christian philosophers, that the idea of a happier life is delightful; we agree; there is no one who would not desire a more agreeable and a more durable existence than the one we enjoy here below. But, if Paradise is tempting, you will admit, also, that hell is frightful. It is very difficult to merit heaven, and very easy to gain hell. Do you not say that one straight and narrow path leads to the happy regions, and that a broad road leads to the regions of the unhappy? Do you not constantly tell us that the number of the chosen ones is very small, and that of the damned is very large? Do we not need, in order to be saved, such grace as your God grants to but few? Well! I tell you that these ideas are by no means consoling; I prefer to be annihilated at once rather than to burn forever; I will tell you that the fate of beasts appears to me more desirable than the fate of the damned; I will tell you that the belief which delivers me from overwhelming fears in this world, appears to me more desirable than the uncertainty in which I am left through belief in a God who, master of His favors, gives them but to His favorites, and who permits all the others to render themselves worthy of eternal punishments. It can be but blind enthusiasm or folly that can prefer a system which evidently encourages improbable conjectures, accompanied by uncertainty and desolating fear.

No, I don’t want to kill myself

I like to meditate about death, I like to think how I will die and I really would want to pass to the nether world peacefully and painlessly. There are my friends who fear the mention of death. To them I can’t help them.

To those of us who accept that death as negation of life is slowly approaching, I stumbled upon a beautiful piece on death that I thought I would share with all of you. It is suited for those of us with no belief in the afterlife and see death just as what happened to us before we were born, we cease to exist.

I hope you like it and find it uplifting.

I do not fear death