Religion, Death, Life

Religion stems from our inability, fear or complacent atitude when dealing with our everyday problems. It is this same inability or fear that drives us to turn to ’someone’ or ’something’ else for help, and so we do. At least some of us do. Just the mere thought of being alone in itself, coupled with the knowledge of our own finitude (which is quite a cruel gift, also known as or derived from conscience itself) and the consequences it implies, are so terrifiyng to most of us, that we turn to the ‘knowledge’ that there is something or someone, somewhere, far more powerful than us and that because it is more powerful than us, it dominates some or all aspects of our lives. Whishfull thinking? I’ll leave that for you to decide. I myself do not disavow the hipothesis that there is some other form of life within the confines of our Universe, but nowhere else, not in ‘Heaven’, not in ‘Hell’. Having said that, I think it certainly isn’t interested in the meaningless problems of our everyday lives. My believe is that if you do not fight your own battles, you will forever be lost in the hope that someone else will.

So, in essence, what I am saying is that religion is a ‘man made machine’, and a very flawed one at that, from which questionable good and a lot of terrible things, have surfaced. As a ‘man made machine’, you could have expected it to be, in principle and from the start, flawed, but to see all the suffering it has caused and wheighing in all the good that it has done, I am really inclined to say I don’t see a purpose for it still existing. Especially considering that some of its forms of expression appear to me as mere brainwashing and mind control techniques, like praying the Rosary, for instance. A repetitve, mechanical mind numbing prayer. I know a lot of you will disagree and some of you will even hate me, but all I can say is that I expect you to respect my opinion as I respect yours.

Notwithstanding I do not disapprove of a person being religious. As I believe I am free to fullfill my ‘destiny’ in any way or manner I see fit, knowing that I am the sole responsible being for my deeds and that what I do in life is what defines, me and my very existence, I also believe that a person is free to believe that its passage through this world is overseen by a ‘higher power’. I choose to believe that I walk alone, bar the presence of all those that are dear to me, and that when I have perished, all that will be left is the memory of me and the mark that I have made in this world and its inhabitants, however great or small it may be. We live on in the memories and ‘hearts’ of all of those for whom we have made a difference.

P.S. – I am trully sorry for having written this in English, I know it is not my mother tongue but the whole reasoning was in fact constructed in my mind in that very same language. I am also sorry for the existence of some platitudes in the text but, sometimes, you cannot turn from them in order to best express an idea.