God is what
Creationism is an obvious crock of complete bullshit, and the fanaticism that accompanies certain branches of some religious faiths is such a sad statement about those afflicted by it.
God is what
I get so irritated by the god-squad, Orwellian, 1984 thought police who term themselves believers in that unbelievably abstract thing that is represented by the whole of humanity as some supreme being. Anyone can, it seems, justify, in their own eyes anyway, the slaughter of innocents in the name of some deity, and those in charge think this is somehow inevitable.
I could never accept that some being, formless, all-powerful, ever-present could ever be so indifferent to the inhumanity displayed so callously by one set of people toward another. But I CAN accept that such a fictional being makes a great justification for whatever cause you happen to be pursuing.
One should never imagine for one second, either, that it is only the followers of one religion that commit horrendous atrocities in the name of their particular deity, because Christian soldiers were happily slaughtering thousands in the middle east during the so-called holy wars, blessed by the supreme pontiff, the then pope, who considered their killing spree a mission on behalf of god.
Thing is that while these infidels – or non-believers in the true faith of Islam – were fighting the Muslim armies who opposed them, the founding father of both religions was one and the same man – Abraham – so where did the pointless divergence of belief come from, and why did it become such an issue?
Man has been around, as homo sapiens, for tens of thousands of years now, yet religion as in the worship of a specific, single figure is actually a relatively new thing, no more than 2,000 or so years old. Before that, if man worshippedanything really it was the natural world, and the forces that nature used to shape the destiny of the human race, as well as evey other creature on the planet.
An ancient poem – 4,000 years old, or thereabouts – was discovered in Australia, thought to have been written by Maori people of that age, and eventually translated. This poem talks about the reality of every human being, through the capacity for reason, being both god and the devil in themselves.
The final lines of this old verse are very telling – You are your own devil, You are your own god, You fashioned the steps that your footsteps have trod, and no-one can save you from error or sin, until you have hearkened to that spirit within. This really does say it all, and makes, in my opinion, a mockery of the whole shambolic farce that religion has become today.
Creationism is an obvious crock of complete bullshit, and the fanaticism that accompanies certain branches of some religious faiths is such a sad statement about those afflicted by it. If there truly is but one god – which obviously I think a ridiculous fantasy – why are there so many different ways of paying homage to this deity, that cause conflict and death all over the world? Man is indeed his own devil, and his deeds are often too diabolical for words. I rest my case.