Atheism

A different view

God does not exist.  The universe was not created by a conscious entity, in the same way a child builds a project from Legos, say.  And no one is listening to your prayers, or out in space somewhere with your dead relatives, or has a brain that knows absolutely everything, or has all the superpowers you can imagine, and can therefore do anything.  No one is the source of all goodness, or loves everyone, or can deliver us all from evil, or is infinite in any way, such as always or everywhere or infinitely good.   Any definition of God you choose, He does not exist.  All definitions are universally vacant.  God is entirely imaginary, fiction, make-believe.  God has never answered any prayer, ever.  He is merely a concept.  The concept of God was invented by stupid people, and has gotten way out of hand.  Now there are thousands of Gods, all of them nonsense and utterly ridiculous, and the monotheistic God, by whatever name, be it Allah, or Yahweh, or The Flying Spaghetti Monster, is pure madness and folly.  We would all be better off without it, embracing science and reality and facts.  The truth will set you free.

Even if you subscribe to “Reality is all the God there ever is”, you would still be wrong.  Reality doesn’t exist!  Nothing is real.  We are all fictions of each other’s imaginations.  I do not exist, and neither do you.  Objects are not objective.  These words have no meaning.  Everybody is basically a bubble, waiting to pop.  Time doesn’t exist, either, however.   Everyone is already dead.  The universe fits on the head of a pin.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  The world is a vampire.   Vampires don’t exist.  If anything existed, it would feel real.  But it’s all dead.  Words from a zombie, describing everything as nothing.  Nothing matters.  A pointless, meaningless existence that in fact doesn’t actually exist.  My imagination is unimaginably imageless.  I love love?  I am love?  I am loveless, and in fact don’t even know what love is.  God is reality, but I know nothing.   Do you know me?  I don’t know me.  There is no I.  Alive or dead, it makes no difference.  I never existed, anyway.  Do you?  I don’t think so.  I don’t think.  So?  Thought doesn’t exist.  That’s not thought - that’s merely being logical.  Cross forever ought to ugh?  Yeah, whatever.  

What is the opposite experience of all this?  Hopelessly in love, head over heels, madly in love with the love of your life, The One, good vibrations, excitations, etc. etc. and so on, and so forth.  Allelujiah, praise the lord.  Or whatever.   Bible babble.   God's blog, Jessology.  Jessologists get the gist.   You dig?  The crux of the biscuit is I am the walrus!  It's all gravy!