|IoT RespRant 48
||[Mar. 5th, 2016|08:55 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
I like the idea that maybe prophets, seers and regulators---or revelators, I guess---were on drugs. It could explain so much, not the least of which is why all this revelation and shit is always in the fucking PAST, why we're always having to take somebody else's word for it.
I'm hanging on to my private shred of spirituality until someone can explain existence to me. I mean the classic "why is there anything?" question. Lawrence Krauss wrote a book about how something can come from nothing, but if you read it, it's pretty obvious that nothing isn't nothing. Where did the pregnant void that gave rise to everything come from? Huh? Tell me that. Voids don't get pregnant by themselves, you know.
Every existential construct, every religion and philosophy---including science and atheism---just skip over that part. We all leap out of the abyss onto lily pad 1 (lily pad 0 if you're a C programmer) and then explain our origin, or perceived lack thereof, from there. I would call whatever causes/allows/is existence---BEING its own se'f---God. I agree that these anthropomorphic gods that everyone is so fond of---Yaweh, Jehovah, Elohim, Vishnu, Rama, Shiva, Allah, FSM, Thor, Odin, Zeus, that crowd---are so unlikely to exist as makes no difference, but there has to be SOMETHING, else how is there anything? And if pristine, silent emptiness is the Author of the Universe, how does that work?
Maybe I need some shrooms.