The death of God, marked the death of humanity.
Some thoughts on the question of God, and the wisdom of our ancestors.
This materialistic worldview that has been put forward now in the West, over many years, by a particular liberal mindset, has been nothing short of catastrophic for the majority of the population. And has left a moral void in the mindset of many. Broken connection from the core of our humanity.
We have started viewing ourselves as products, to be used or abused, or now even plugged off, whenever it feels convenient. The pursuit of comfort means we cannot bear any sort of discomfort or main in life anymore. And only things that make our lives more comfortable and convenient, make us happy. Things. Many things. More things. All the time. New things.
What I have discovered over the years, is something that I have always known, since I was even a kid. Things, have no power over real happiness. Having things or not having them. So, a mindset that has materialism as central to its worldview, can never have access to the truth about achieving actual happiness.
On the topic of euthanasia for the non-terminally ill:
Life is hard - so kill yourself. This is downward stream of materialistic atheistic worldview. We start rationalising ourselves into oblivion and corrupting our humanity. One of the major reasons why I stepped away from atheism many years ago. It just doesn't get it.
https://x.com/theworldofmomus/status/1779625112238502370
We have a hole in us, a God shaped hole. I am not entirely sure, if that void, demands that God to be real, but it definitely yearns for the wisdom of whichever God it can relate with, to be real. Too often people focus more on the semantics and aesthetics of a religious belief, and missing that the ancestral wisdom it holds care for neither. It is a message in a bottle. Maybe, we are supposed to pick it up, add more, and send it back in the ocean. Whatever it might be, it is something we seem to need. To tether ourselves to those around us, and to have a relevance to our own existence.
But without that relationship with the unknown, rigid or flexible. What really is the point of it all then. We are just atoms, just beings lucky to be alive, floating around in the universe, just a sum of our desires. What is to stop us from exploring all our desires, whether it is good or bad for us. It is our life afterall, and we only get one of it, so why not maximise pleasure and do whatever we want. What really is the point of reality? Why can’t a man be woman, and vice versa?
The day that we killed God, is the day we killed ourselves. It didn’t matter whether God was real or not, but it was the pursuit of understanding and the pursuit of reaching the unreachable, that kept our humanity in check for the most part. And yes, a lot of bad has also been done, in name of many such Gods. But we are humans, that is to be expected. But it is also the Gods, the everlasting ones with better wisdom, that allowed us to pick up that message in a bottle, add more wisdom that came with time, and send it back to the ocean. Learn, update, reform, adapt.
The fantastical and seemingly fictitious nature of Gods, is actually there to provide us the relevance to our reality. A check on our humanity. To understand, that we as individuals have limitations, that we as together are able to overcome. And to maintain that togetherness we need a connecting narrative. A tether. The better that narrative, the better the bond, the better the outcomes.
However. It is imperative for that narrative to be geared towards a constant need for self reflection, and towards overall goodness. And not towards control of others, a tool for instigating wars, and a justifier for hatred towards others. And a narrative whose prophets are not corrupted themselves with their base desires and lust for power.
