There must be a kernel of truth in each of the belief systems created to control the masses give meaning to our existence. Otherwise the knowledge of good and evil that cascaded into an avalanche of suffering triggered by a woman deceived by a rogue angel masquerading as a serpent does nothing for us. The billions of humans in existence today because of incestuous begets scattered to the wind by a jealous deity are just waiting to be worm food.
Maybe it’s unreasonable to tell our children to be good for goodness sake when goodness doesn’t seem to yield rewards in the here and now. There must be something better than heavenly mansions and virgins when we’re all dead from bombing the hell out of each other, but damned if I know what it could be. Maybe something on Amazon.
Maybe we are random electrical impulses that return to the universe or butterflies asleep, dreaming we are humans. Maybe humanity has reached the end of the evolutionary road. Maybe life began in a primordial pool and somebody forgot to add the chlorine. Maybe the big bang theory started out as just a play on words at a frat party and somebody decided they were on to something. Neither moral authority nor empirical evidence can tell us for certain if what comes around goes around in a swirl of cosmic chaos or a swift karmic kick.
I know what you’re thinking. This must be some sort of mid-life, estrogen depleted, suburban induced fever and I need to seek professional help before I shave my head and go off the grid until it’s time to rendezvous with the mother ship.
We aren’t being commanded to make a sacrifice to a volcano or go in search of a magic scepter or drink from a sacred chalice. We aren’t being required to recite incantations or prepare smoked entrails or bow before golden idols. Although there’s something weird going on at that Gold Exchange next to the Men’s Warehouse. Seriously, what is stopping humanity from setting aside the myths and hocus pocus of the past and respecting ourselves and our planet? Politics? Ignorance? The Benny Hinn Network?
We’ve subdivided ourselves in the name of all that is holy, pretending there is something socially acceptable about not acknowledging that the distinct differences among the people of the world frightens us into depleting our resources to defend ourselves against all enemies real and imagined.
Balls! Believe in something that makes you strive to be a better person. If you can’t do that, you can always stand on a street corner shouting the end is near! Think your fate is sealed? Tell your family after you die to go on ancestry dot com and get it straightened out.
The truth is buried under a pile of dogma until one day someone steps in it discovers what they’ve been told to believe, what we’ve all been told we should live and die for isn’t the whole story. If faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen, then it must be the stories we remember, share, and revise from time to time that bare that out when repeated on a loop for all eternity.
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