I am not afraid to die.
I am afraid of being methodically tortured and killed. The thought of torture scares me a great deal, but I shouldn’t say it doesn’t have its uses during times of war, chaos, and destruction.
I am afraid of the losing loved ones because I know it will bring complete heart break, but I think that I’ve experienced enough deaths and subsequent funerals…most of which were not the “nice” kind of funeral given to veterans of war; or men and women that led long happy lives and got to see grandchildren or perhaps great grandchildren if they were lucky.
No. The funerals I’ve attended were usually very sad. Young people who lapsed in judgment and caused dread, hate, and guilt amongst close nit communities. I have seen soldiers who, in one way or another, have been taken away from us by a God who allows war, yet loves all. I’ve seen children—kids—who couldn’t deal with the concept of involving themselves in life anymore, and in an attempt to come to some kind of peace within themselves, they “take the easy way out” as I’m told by less than devout Catholics. That bothered me. I didn’t understand why people with minimal knowledge, who rarely spent a Sunday morning in church, had the right to judge anyone else.
Catholicism is a great tradition in many aspects. It’s almost mysterious sometimes, but most other religions are the same. Devout Muslims—the sectors that understand worship, and want peace on Earth, and work hard, and raise their children well, and follow the passages of the Qur’an that tell good stories and teach life lessons—are exactly the same as truly devout Catholics. Most of them want to live peaceful lives and have families who love and protect them, just like you and I.
And just as Catholics have had sex, money, and murder scandals in the church for centuries—Muslims have slaughtered an exponential amount of Jews throughout history. There are over 2 billion Muslims in this world, yet only 14 million (give or take) Jews—that is an un-*******-believable stat. Hitler’s regime certainly didn’t help by eliminating 6 million, and destroying generations that have past and were lost.
Should God have let that happen?
I am afraid of poverty and life without meaning, but not death. I am not old but I have lived long enough to know that death is a part of life. Death, when expected and accepted, must be a most peaceful feeling. I’ve heard of the bright light…and there is science behind it.
But the reason I am not afraid to die is because of my firm belief that there is no God; and no Allah, or Buddha, or the Mormon for that matter, who lives on a star in a different galaxy and gets to sleep with 40 women of his choosing whenever he feels the urge. I’ve already heard that story and it stars Hugh Hefner.
Anti-Agnostics everywhere blindly accept things they can not prove—none of it is logical, and much of it is fairy-tale.
God and Satan were quite real to me in my childhood. I realized there was no Satan around the age of 14, but didn’t really tell anyone about it. However, God was in my life to some extent during high school, and even in my early twenties. When I realized there was no devil at an early age I remember thinking that if there is a God then there couldn’t be a Devil. Oh sure, maybe some kind of purgatory, but no giant red demons that lived in lava lairs and carried golden pitchforks. The whole concept was ridiculous when I really thought about it. I hated the church and what it stood for, but I remember taking walks through the woods or with the dog and praying for certain things. Most of my prayers weren’t answered—that was God’s plan I suppose. And, though my parents claimed to believe in a compassionate God, most things I learned about God made me afraid. I feared God because of his omnipotence. The sociopathic thoughts in my head were there for him to judge.
So, knowing now that there is no God and that death is simply the end, I am not afraid to die. This assertion has not come without doubt and effort. It has taken several years of living, contemplating, and trying to find meaning that has led to this conclusion.
I wanted the facts about our world and those who inhabit.
I’ve decided to return to college with the idea of not necessarily finding myself, but rather finding the world and, subsequently, where my puzzle pieces fit. Deciding to go back to school at 28 was the best decision I've made thus far. I am able to appreciate what I learn to a far greater degree. I study the earth, the sky, the universe, and the people and what they wrote about their pasts and our futures. I look at trees, flowers, rocks, stars, animals, and culture. I’ve read Tim Lahay (moron), Carl Sagan, Ayn Rand, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Shakespeare, Keats, Churchill, Einstein, and Darwin just to name a few. I’ve read about the mind and the universe. And I’ve learned to appreciate the imagination as well as the science of life. I’ve read about evolutionary psychology. Violence, religion, hate, and love all intrigue me. I watch life, and I’ve been comparing these things for all these years with what I knew about God.
He didn’t fit.
And if anything, he just did not make any sense. Everything else was logical—everything else, for the most part, had proof. Evolution and biology are proven by logic and science. Peoples’ behavior fits. Sex works. Love and hate make sense and have been emotions felt by humans for thousands of years.
But God doesn’t fit.
The world makes sense without him and has become nonsensical with him. How can a compassionate God create someone with inherent irreversible flaws? Why would he make humans have urges and desires that are so great and gut-wrenching, and then forbid us from satisfying them? Why do bad things happen to good people? Or what’s even more f-ed up, why do good things happen to bad people?
The Bible is wrong; science, life, and human-nature have consistently proved it.
Good things don’t come to those who wait. The weak and impoverished will never inherit the Earth just because their enemies knock them down and take it from them. The evil claim the power. The selfish hold the wealth. Shouldn’t an all powerful, omnipotent, and loving God not have created a world like this one?
I’ve no doubt in my mind, there is no “God.” It took a long time before I had the courage to say that out loud to anyone. The first time I did I was expecting a deep regretful feeling. But I have said it many times now and I am no worse, nor better for it.
I am, however, somewhat grateful for my religious upbringing. The education was important because it brought me to this point. I do not fault my parents for causing me to fear or love God. Without a clear understanding of God, and my subsequent interest in other gods, I could not have proven his nonexistence to myself. And, because of that proof I do not fear death.
I do not need to worry about whether or not my sins have been forgiven. Of most significant importance is that I’ve realized I do not need to worry about whether or not people who have passed before me place any blame on me for anything that happened to them in life.
I do not need to try to figure out why God allows bad things to happen in the world. I don’t need to wonder what will happen to me after I die. I hope to live a long and happy life but when it’s over I can only wish that I am met with some kind of inexplicable peace, and as the years progress the idea of peace, love, and meaning become more precious than anything else...
....but there's got to be something out there....