my story, revised

The problem with the debate is that it cannot proceed or progress naturally in any useful way, due to the original claim of god’s existence lacking any and all fundamentally evidenced premise. The “for” argument is based on a premise which is never successfully validated by its proponents, and so the “against” argument wins by default, because the for-side is unable to produce a valid premise, and only unfounded claims can be substituted in its place, “for the sake of argument.”

As soon as someone can produce a viable, reasonably justifiable basis for the original premise, then the argument can proceed in a useful way. Until then, it’s people making baseless claims, and insisting on believing what is not evidenced or indicated by observable reality, based on the “circular logic” of the book claiming itself is the word of the same god it introduces.

It would be just as easy for anyone to write a book introducing a new character that claims to have written the book, even without that character actually existing in reality.

But “Faith” is constructed in such a way as to prevent the understanding of why it is the opposite of what should occur. And once that faith “meme” takes hold, it’s usually too late to correct that person’s mind… although some have indeed figured it out and corrected themselves.

I just don’t understand how anyone who bases their entire foundation of perception on fantasies, can ever hope to achieve useful or appropriate corrections to any real problems… whether in the world, or in themselves.

And if one does somehow manage to figure out the fallacies and separate themselves from them… a new view ensues, saturated by a world full of problems that most people are far too confused to ever solve, some of whom are mistakenly actively working against the best solutions, due to things like “faith.” It’s a huge mess. I think the best anyone can do, is try to save themselves from unnecessary suffering… and if you’re lucky enough to do that with minimal effort, consider extending your advantage to others who cannot do that for themselves. But you’re not obligated to do so.

Buddha was a prince who had everything a king’s son could ever need or want… but then one day he made some observations about reality outside the palace, that changed his perspective on life completely (the four noble truths), and he was never the same. He rejected his privileges and lived most of the rest of his life as a wandering pauper, and ended up dying after eating spoiled food that someone tried to save him from starving with. He had a series of epiphanies that he tried to explain to the people who were ready to understand… and from what i understand, he had a sense of humor, and would often say profound things just to blow people’s minds. You might even say he invented trolling.

But the claim of possessing a vehicle is based on actually possessing a vehicle. I don’t think that counts as “faith.” I suppose you could be lying… but whether or not you are lying about possessing a vehicle, doesn’t carry a profound set of consequences, like me going to hell if i think you don’t really have that car you claim to have, but it turns out to be true. I have no consequences depending on whether your claim of a car is true. I know i’m not a bad person, regardless of whether your vehicle actually exists. I’m not going to have to answer to your car, in the afterlife. And, there are… idk, probably hundreds of millions of cars in the world, not billions of people fighting over their car being the one-true-car, and the only acceptably acknowledged vehicle which must be believed to be seen. Your alleged “car” doesn’t care what i do with my life, and has no bearing on what i should or shouldn’t do with mine.

So…

Does math exist? Or is it just a crazy scheme invented to trick people into thinking we can accurately measure stuff? What if 2+2 isn’t 4? What if n+n=infinity? Or zero?

How do we know what we think we can know? How can we know whether we can or can’t know something? How can we simplify the complex, enough to still have time to actually live, instead of always being lost in yet another abyss of endless brooding?

Why can’t i just… have… what would make me sufficiently content, and not have to think about any of it anymore? What is stopping me? What is stopping others from enjoying giving me what i want? Why do others assume that what i want is bad for them? Why can’t someone else enjoy what i want, with me? Why can’t someone enjoy Being what i want?

“Why’s it have to be this-a-way?” -AIC: Frogs