Link to Hitchens Quote
I imagine Hitch
deceased after his body’s cancer. The
volition to depict the sentiment of not only not believing in religion or god,
but asserting one’s claim to be against such pageantry is like a welcoming flag
for me. I peer into the universe and see
the nonsense humans partake in to squabble on Earth akin to murdering someone
at the grocer’s for purchasing Pepsi over Coca Cola, while each is deficient
and yet contains the superior plain water we are each primarily composed.
I am an
antitheist. I have traveled from
newborn, to baptized Catholic, to confirmed Catholic praying morning and night,
to married Catholic to a mix of eviction and self-departure from the
train. For a while I considered myself
agnostic, as it was enough to say I did not know, that it could be possible
because of the classical cosmological argument that something outside of
existence must have created existence.
I read and grew,
kept going. The more I began to
comprehend space time, the idea of boundless time and a limitless space. This severed the remaining tether of a
necessary, yet entirely non-interactive deity which linked my thin
agnosticism. With this ration unhindered
the veil of hope shifted to see peace, love, personal responsibility, the core
of volition and interconnection on an unparalleled level of freedom unburdened
by the false debate of god.
During my journey,
I questioned, debated, rationalized, and at times served as envoy to insert
others including my daughter in her infancy to the circus. I cannot say there is a singular moment of my
de-conversion, but if there was it lay in cognizance of the cruelty of religion
and the joy of reflecting that there is no anger with god over it because god
does not exist. The anger, the protest,
which remains is against the intransigence humanity has born unto ourselves for
allowing the dogma and illusions of our fears to cannibalize our love.
I was and am drawn
to the contrarian stance, as any even infrequent reader to this blog may
attest. I feel an overt compulsion to
write. It is not enough for me to think,
but I must script these sentiments even in the arrogance of self-disclosure to
my mind in full of what I think, how and why I think such claims. I do not wish to be placed as bystander of
collective mind’s ignorance or self-defeat if I have time left as a breathing
being. I do not take any second for
granted and with this I intend to live as full as I can manage unbridled by
such bits as heaven, perdition or some sacrificial non-scientific reincarnation.
Religion appears
to me as dividing, while doing so much more harm than good, to which if were
proven to be true as Hitchens details, would be “miserable.” A pox on Pascal’s wager! Fuck the notion of god purported to so
many! Such a contrived ghoul is a foul
extinction haunting the living into lethargy of indolent perspiration fearing
the return and tantrums in a “sinister fairy tale!” Alas in this panic the masses grow blind as
moles burying ourselves in such fruitless soil.
So few are brave enough to open our eyes to engulf the nudity
surrounding us and live, truly live; thanks Hitch.
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