Sander said:
Alec: You are dismissing feelings and experiences other people have had beforehand without any form of proof whatsoever. That's silly from a scientific and logical perspective, you should be critical and sceptical, but outright dismissing something just because you happen to think it's silly is just, well, silly.
The thing is: I do believe that some people think they've had a "religious experience", but I think they just misinterpret some brainwaves, some body chemistry. I think it's just some voodoo in the head. Like "appearances" of saints are probably only hallucinations caused by some sort of schizofrenia, religious feelings and emotions might be the work of simple chemistry, you know: hormones and such. Mental drugs. I mean, think about it, the whole orchestration of a mass, the ritual, that's not unlike some voodoo spell that turns you into ONE OF THE POD-PEOPLE! Uhm... so to speak. Anyway, it works on so many levels. The cross on the wall in kindergarten, quite similar to the nazi-cross used to brainwash the Germans some 65 years ago, well, that symbol is basically a friggin' emotional lobotomy. That symbol will haunt some kids for the rest of their miserable lives. And make them make all kinds of crazy decisions during those miserable lives, like getting married and having kids and fasting or kneeling down to some friggin' statue. Or blowing up buildings and cutting people's throats. For some brain fart. Jeez. I'm sure Freud wrote some interesting shit about how symbols can seriously mess your brain up. Jung did so as well.
Sander said:
Also note that the story of "If God created, then who created God" goes for science as well, you can go on in endless loops with that, ending up with either the conclusion that our perception of time is flawed, or that our logic is flawed, or that at some point they just 'existed'.
I like Nietzsche's idea of eternal return, I've said that before. It works for me. I like the idea that reality is structured like some big friggin' moëbius ring, something that goes on forever and is always the same, a pulsating universe. Endless repeat. You see repetitious patterns everywhere in life. In heart beats, in a slice of a tree trunk, in human behaviour, in music, in the seasons, the movement of the planets, time, DNA structure, atoms and molecules, language, history, breathing, work, the cycle of life itself getting born, growing up with people who are getting old, college, looking for something to fuck, looking for work, marrying and having kids who grow up while you get old enough and die while they go get something to fuck and so on. There's some small disturbances in all of them, like an occassional cough, or a typo or a meteor crashing down, you have a déja vu, you miss a heartbeat and sigh, your life turns out to be complete crap while your neighbour is rich and popular or vice versa. Reality striking a false note. Though, all in all it's all about repetition --with subtle variations on each level. The drag of daily life, the rise and fall of nations. Sex. The internet. It's everywhere. And you know why? Because repetition is the heart beat of the universe. It's the sound of cosmic boredom. And if everything is repeated somehow, then somehow life itself will be repeated as well, with most probably only minor differences. That works for me.
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