27 Nov 08
Originally posted by SophyNothing proves his existence and nothing prevents him from not existing... so must not exist...
You must be blind to think god doesn't exist, come on.
We can't prouve his inexistancea and nothing prevent them from exist, so, they must exist.
Where did God come from? Or better put, what was before God?
27 Nov 08
Originally posted by shavixmirThis crap plagues spirituality, it would be nice to stop it spilling over don't you think?
Don't listen to them!
Discuss what you like, where you like.
Only neurotic people stick things in boxes and only slaves do what they're told.
Besides its not a debate if every position taken is an opinion.
The bottom line is that no proof exists for the existence of a god or gods, thus true rationality leads to the conclusion that there is no god,
Imagination and faith lead to the conclusion that there is a god.
All the gray areas in between give us a pointless argument........
27 Nov 08
Originally posted by SophyI believe.
Does god exist ?
God is but a psychological metaphor to our collective need for control
and order; a mental concoction of human instinctual insight causing
behaviour that when surpassing time itself through genetic and social
inheritance makes it appear as though it exist outside of us. It seems to
be an eternal and unbroken law dictating our behaviour. The idea that
it's external to us helps in our admiration for it. However, it's forged in
the most fundamental and defining of human qualities: reactions to the
surrounding world: fear, confusion and chaos. Without order we have
chaos that cause confusion which tend to scare us. And rightfully so, for
when we lose control our separation of right and wrong blur into an
emotional mess, and though that in itself is troubling, we fear even
more so the same loss in others, for it feeds our paranoia to a lifetaking
degree in our vulnerable state of confusion. We need control. We need
order. We need to know that things are now like they've always been.
We need to know that we can rely on our peers without question no
matter what we do. We cannot imagine what will happen should this
loyalty fade and die. This almost sick need for order and perfect
companionship is often the very catalyst for human-provoked disasters.
We have a group of people whom we don't like and through rhetorical
and insane leaps of logic we must therefore be able to confirm that by
definition these people doesn't fit the eternal pattern of righteousness
which we've put so much faith in, and therefore the same rules that
apply to our internal behaviour do not apply to them, giving us the
freedom to act. And so, through a "minor" discretion in the name of ...
we have yet again managed to maintain the consistency we love so
much. Oh, joy! Oh, rapture! We can keep believing even in the light of
atrocities so appalling that even history itself can't stand to bare them in
anything but a light of disbelief and, if necessary to forget, ridicule. But
forgive me: I'm digressing. The only thing guaranteeing this consistency
in only partially wavering morals is a philosophy with it's roots deeply
connected with what we consider our own flaws while perpetuating the
notion that we'll be ok no matter what we do. We make this
incomprehensible leap of logic in the comfort of our chosen philosophy
that says: As long as we don't stray too far from the path of timeless
righteousness we can hope: No, rest our weary minds in the firm
belief that we shall one day be absorbed into the blissful union of
eternal love, parental pampering and infinite care with an entity so much
larger than life itself that it can only be described as:
God.
Yes, God absolutely exist. It's the label we put on human qualities we
admire and wish to see others cultivate, the imaginary vessle in which we
put our trust for the existence of order and beauty in the universe, and
the emotional shielding against anything so threatening and
incomprehensibly "evil" that we can't even begin to deal with it. God is
the strength to resist temptation that would otherwise cause misery and
squalor. The greatness to forgive transgressions made by others, in the
hopes that we too will be forgiven should we take one of those leaps of
logic into action for the satisfaction of our own sickening needs. The
wisdom to know when and how to speak so as not to needlessly cause
anger and frustration. The search for harmony and balance of thought,
in pursuit of a pure and untainted joy. HalleLUjah!
God exist.
It's the illusion brought by hope for the better, which we so desperately
need in a world that otherwise seem utterly meaningless and spiritually
shallow.
I believe.