I don’t believe in heaven. I don’t believe in hell. If you pointed a gun to my head and told me to pick one – only one – to believe in, it would have to be heaven; I guess it just makes some sort of sense.
I don’t believe in reincarnation either. Maybe because I think that if the whole scaling up and down thing applied, there would be far less people and a hella lot more maggots (or whatever the bottom step is) on the planet. It’s not that I don’t believe we’re gradually improving, it’s just math.
Funny enough, one thing I’m inclined to believe in is the path towards absolute complexity mentioned in Shantaram (interview with the author: http://bit.ly/ZyGPuc).
Why am I incline to believe in something out of a novel rather than stuff people have been trying to beat into me since I’m a kid? There’s a mixture of logic and belief. When I think about the mind-boggling smallness of human beings compared to the vastness of the universe, I don’t really see the point in doing anything but partying all your life. But if I think about how stupefyingly random the existence of life is, I find myself compelled to believe that there must be something more to it. It’s like seeing someone dressed up as a chicken on a bus: you’d be ready to bet that 99 to 1 that he’s up to something, no matter how stupid – a bet, charity, a themed party, a zoophile convention – but it’s a reason. However, 1 time out of 100, it’ll just be someone who got up in the morning and decided to dress up like that just too fool people who think like me (a good arguer could point out that IS being up to something); I choose to ignore this possibility.
Now it’s logic’s turn: there is no logic whatsoever in believing that the guy running the aforementioned mind-bogglingly big universe, is a vindictive guy with a beard who lets good guys in his house after they die, and sends the rest to the house of a guy that pissed him off around the time he was busy creating the universe. B*tch, please. When I think that this is the basis on which the pope tells Africans to please not use condoms when they shag, I wanna tweet him to please quit the joke, ‘cause they’re buying it.
So it comes down to this: I do believe there is a point to all of this – although I don’t know it, otherwise I’d have the answer to all that humanity has ever wanted to know, and I’d have better thing to do than writing this. Next question follows: so what is the most reasonable way to behave? Well, as the book I mentioned says, if you believe all of this is going somewhere, just try to behave in a way that helps the process along. That’s why I have to agree with christians on at least one thing: live. Life is good, do something with it, because you never know what might come of it, neither tomorrow nor in 5,000 years.
On a more serious note: once you don’t believe in the big guy with a beard nor that you might be a rodent in your next life, you start to feel that life should be enjoyed. Drink, sleep around, make people uncomfortable by saying what’s going through your mind. In the worst case scenario, you’ll be sitting next to me in hell.
Hello folks, my name's Suppo. I've been pretending to be an exchange student for five years, because I think there's no social group with less self-consciousness, or more freedom of spirit. I enjoy challenging social conventions for the sake of it, love to observe people when they feel awkward and I think I lost the capacity to feel embarrassed at some party a while ago. When I'm not being an ass, I drink, read, cook and do sports.