porteus writes:
That's fantastic, so what happens when this life ends?
Permit me to give my answer for this question.
After we die... who knows? I certainly don't, and I don't believe it for a minute that anyone else in the world actually knows.
This reminds me of a science fiction movie I recently saw. A group of humans in a distant future are living in a compound surrounded by a very tall wall. They have been living there for so many generations that they have forgotten exactly how the human civilization was reduced to being prisoners like this. What they have are stories of how an alien race came down from the sky and wiped out most people on Earth. Then, the aliens put the survivors in isolated prisons surrounded by high walls so that they would never know what their home world looked like.
As a matter of fact, the whole movie is about how people living inside this prison imagine what is on the other side of the walls. They even have factions, each believing in a different version of what the rest of the world looked like. Some believe that there are tall creatures on the other side of the wall with great big teeth and that they were put inside the walls for their own protection. Some believe that it's a paradise out there and that was why the aliens put them there in the first place: to keep them from paradise.
Anyway, there is one person that wants to see what is on the other side and so she plots against the robots that were guarding them and finally gets the gates to open to look at what is on the other side.
Anyway, the point is until we can find out some way to see what is on the other side, your speculation is just as good as mine. If the world is as simple as wanting something to be true therefore it must be true, then I could want to have a million dollars and pops out a million dollars for me to spend.
That's sort of sad.
It is sad because you still do not have the ability to comprehend anything beyond that little world of yours (aka your mind). Given that I have trouble myself understanding what goes on in that little room of yours, and given that most people actually do have trouble understanding how other people come to believe what they believe, I can say with a sense of pride that I used to be like you, an angry teenager.
Many of us, including myself, crashfrog, etc. once believed in god just like you. I used to talk to god all the time, literally. In school, on the play ground, at home, in the car, etc. And believe it or not, I used to feel a great sense of sorrow for the evil atheists, knowing they'd go to hell. My attitude was like my friend Mike's ex girlfriend. She once told him that too bad he was going to hell.
Why did I change? I finally realized that I wasn't the center of the world. I realized that wanting something to be does not necessarily mean it has to be that way. I really really really wanted heaven to be a real place even though there has never been any evidence or indication that the place actually existed. To me, god just might as well not exist. Why should I believe in something that gives us absolutely no physical evidence of its existence?
Ok, stop right there. I don't care how you feel. I don't care about that "but I know he exists... you just gotta believe me" thing. You say that you know he is there. Fine, if you want to have an imaginary friend. However, to me that is all it is, someone's imaginary friend.
If there is any point to this post, it's that you really need to start trying to understand our side more rather than feeling sorry for us all the time.
I have perfect pitch, which means I enjoy music at a level that most people can't even comprehend. When I hear music, I not only hear the pitches and the words, I hear overtones, I see visual patterns in the music, and I can easily break down and cry because music really does affect me greatly. Should I feel sorry for my friend mike who is totaly tone deaf?
May be you have a sixth sense there where you can sense god. Too bad, because I don't have it. To me, I don't feel god at all just like my friend mike who can't tell the difference between an A major chord and an A minor chord.
Speaking of music, I feel like Rachmaninov tonight. Hm... I'm going to put in Rach piano concerto 3. That one should make me cry you a river.
This message has been edited by Lam, 12-14-2005 08:39 PM
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