Every week the ObscureInternet Forum ponders a Question of the Week, this week it is Do you have a God? If so what is he like and how do worship him?
He’s great, very hands off but thats the way I like it. I worship him by trying to be nice to people and not killing them, oh and I also like to believe that he likes me enjoying myself with alcohol and food.
I guesse the main reason I choose to believe in a God and more importantly the afterlife, is that without it everything is futile, all this pain, suffering, struggle and sacrifice is for what? To die?, to become dust?, a forgotten dead animal, what about family and friends that have already died? I take great comfort in the fact that once I have ate and drank my way to an early grave that I will meet them again.
All I know is that if I am right then I move onto a higher plane of enternal bliss, if I am wrong then I cease to be anything, However if you are non-beleiver then if you are right then you cease be anything, however if you are wrong then its an eternity of pain.
Its a no brainer insurance job.
Be Still. Be God.
I have a vague conception of a God.
I ‘worship’ it (not a him or her) by trying to be as good as I can be, by being a good father, a good husband, and a good person. I accept my flaws, and try to accept those of others. I try to work as hard as I can. I don’t intentionally do harm to others.
I’m not a religious person by nature, but I believe that you reap what you sow, you get out what you put in, and if you do your best and remain positive, good things will come your way.
I’m as flawed as they come, but I’m trying. That’s all you can do with your time and with the tools you’re born with and the tools you develop. Just try.
And don’t sit around.
I have no god, but kudos to the enterprising fellow(s) who turned fear of the unknown into established religions uniting the world in peace, harmony and not killing in the name of the greater good
I think that God is a term used by people who are scared of death. I believe in things you can see and touch (like my penis for example). “God is War”
The question of belief or not has been split by 200 years of scientific dominance in the world.
Nowadays, it’s less of a common belief, but explanations in science only go so far. Put it this way – if it all started with the big bang, and nothing existed before that, could not the big bang be a sinlge clap of God’s hands as much as it could be anything else?
All things are traced back to nothingness, which is why we see God constantly brought back as a likely suspect in starting the universe.
If there is no God, there still has to have been a something.
In my opinion God/s were created by Man because the Human Race likes to think it’s speshul and above everything else on Earth. We’re not, we’re made out of the same crap that everything else is on this little blue planet and when we die we just get recycled into the whole lot, over and over again.
Why the fuck should there be an afterlife? What would be the point anyway? It’s all bollocks, this religious fervour, but perfect to manipulate the masses into a huge guilt trip so they’ll go meekly about their shitty lives believing there’s a better place afterwards full of delights. Bollocks. All they’re doing is conning themselves that they are imortal because of their own vanity. Human Race…get over yourselves!
When you’re dead that’s it, so enjoy yourself now.
The way I look at life, minus religion, is to try to have a good time, help anyone I can, if I can and remember that in a hundred years whatever you do now will be unimportant and forgotten. Unless you’re a serial killer. Or Hitler. Or royalty. All very unlikely.
I have had about 30 or so gods in my time. 1 per year almost. I was brought up to follow a Protestant god but he was sodding boring, really, especially when compared to the variety and ingenuity of the Greek or Roman gods. Jesus Kerist ended up on a couple of planks – a well marketed philosopher; whereas Dionysus was a self-approving pisshead, surrounded by grapes and grain and gorgeous drunken and nubile wenches. To an inquisitive fourteen year old there was no contest. I still used to appreciate god’s kind contribution on Sundays of bread and wine – I know it was only a sip (the altar boy would have to tug the chalice of wine from my clasp!) but in the austere surroundings of an english public school, it went a long way.
Then I grew up and realised the idea of god, any god, is man made and therefore self-negating. Since I find it intensely difficult to take anyone seriously who has any faith/blind belief in a deity (most of the America for example), I have honed my arguments to disprove the existance of a god to a blood-letting (not solely metaphaphorically) point. Such new cancerous growths such as the laugable notion of Xena and Scientology just work as a contemporary example of the inane nature of religion – Christianity, Islam, Juadism all started in someone’s head and prospered due to Man’s need for some form of eternal acceptance and meaning – and have become indentured over the centuries. Good luck to the lot of them – just don’t bring your strife to my door or I shall let the dog loose. (I have kept Cerberus!)
For myself, being of both a scientific and philosophic bent, I have arrived at the answer to your question by taking Balance as my deity. Balance is all around us and if it isn’t then the all around won’t be around for long – at least, not in its present state. Ying and Yang and all that jazz – can’t have one without the other etc etc. Look at Lovelock’s theory of Gaia – the planet itself as a giant organism which needs its component parts to be in balance to keep the organism healthy. This is an overly simplified description of Gaia but, what the hell, you should still get my point. Balance is my god because it’s real, provable, tangible on ocassion and makes a lot more sense then some fairy tales of an afterlife and divine right and protection. That’s all just balls, my friends. Face it. Or don’t – that’s your perogative but bear in mind that between all your gods you must have mine or trouble lies ahead.
Not that I mind trouble lying ahead – the more trouble for us the sooner we rid Gaia of our vicious presence and the cockroaches take over – or something. Balance. Believe it baby!
I am a believer. His name is actually spelled with two “O’s” It might be easier for people to accept him if they understoood his proper name is “GOOD”
But first you have to accept the fact that there is also a “BAD” before Go(o)d can begin to have meaning and value in your life.
people = science.
Were simply a product of a genetic mutations across a countless number of years.
you live your life based on chemical reactions, your body ages with time, stops functioning with wear and tear, shuts down and you die.
it may be bleak, but i believe it too be true.
As for a kingdom of heaven afterlife? Bollocks to that. Think of the countless number of folks who have lived through the ages, are you telling me that there is a place somewhere housing all these people? And when you die you get to meet all your loved ones? Logistically, thats just not possible.
I do have a God. Not because anybody told me to choose one or forced me to keep one but, rather, because when i finally realised that He was real, I had no choice! I had to believe. It’s the internal confidence that tells me. Something inside that screams that there’s more to my life than just me. I know He’s real because my life changed in a way that i could never change it myself. What is He like? He’s AWESOME!! He’s all those things that we hope to be and never become and I worship Him by trying to be the best ‘me’ I can be.
We all share the same God.
He’s pretty fucking cool like.
I worship in whichever way i see fit at the time….
Moshing, or stamping my feet etc.
Are you guys religious?
Religion is an evolutionary coping strategy, in some part socially cohesive but at the same time divisive, depending on whether your viewpoint is from within or without. Basically it is a way to give meaning to life or at least avoiding any consideration of what life is. Of course there are other ways of coping … Drink, drugs, TV, etc., but these are only relevant when abused. It seems we all want to escape yet we do nothing to bring an escape any nearer, we just bury our heads in the sand.