No doubt the title brought you here, maybe wondering why this isn't with other religious debates. Or maybe because who would've thought Gavin would start a serious topic here.
Warning: I don't give a shit about grammar, so be prepared for that. I will probably be using harsh language, more so as it gets longer I expect. Deal with it. This isn't a topic about things mentioned here like Doctor Who (yes, it will be mentioned); there is a greater meaning to it. Chances are good, the coherency of it will be lost and that I'll begin to ramble.
So I get up this morning, earlier than usual, a lot earlier, around 5 am. Considering I get up around noon, that's pretty fucking early. Then again my sleep schedule has been fucked lately. But that's not the point. So I can't get back to sleep, so I go upstairs to watch Doctor Who. Lately I've been rewatching all the ones since the ninth doctor, as well as some of the older ones like The Ark in Space.
Right now though, I'm finishing up with the 4th series, the one with Donna. I'm watching the one where that large beetle is on her back, feeding off the flux in time. And once again I get those thoughts. The same ones that come every time I watch something like this. The ones that ask "Why can't this be real?"
Yes, why can't it be real? Why can't I, or anyone else for that matter, go on an amazing journey through time and space with a timelord? But it's not just that show. Why can't I save the world from Kuja or Ultimecia or Sephiroth? Why can't I join a group of people fighting to stop the revival of the demon Altima?
Why the fuck are we stuck as these shit little humans? And why are we here on this pissant little world, working our lives away for nothing? There's no real answer.
The bible says we are made in the image of God. I think that we can all agree that that means we are, at best, copies of God. But no doubt, we will also agree that if we are, we are like the clones with extra limbs, bones missing; deformed wretched things that simply ask to be killed. But what if we aren't? What if we truly are copies of this God person? Then what does that mean?
It means that god is retarded. Severely retarded. Keep in mind though, that this hypothesis only works on the presumption that God exists. Because the way I look at it, if we are copies of this God, then he has the same sort of imagination as we do, the same desires. Why then can't we do things like this?
Hell, why can't we just have wings for fuck's sake. That alone would make things interesting. But we don't. We're these little humans with at best 100 year lifespans. Living those little blips of life in a shit world.
So then what do we do, even knowing this? What's the point of living? Is it only just to die? What then? I don't know. You don't know. Even those of you with faith. Think about it. You have 100 years to live. What do you do?
I find myself wanting to do something extraordinary. I want to be a companion of The Doctor. I want to save the world with a ragtag bunch of fuckers. I want to be that womanizing blond thief that stops his brother. But we can't, can we? Because in the end, we're only human. Lousy piece of shit humans.
And though I want more, I can't have it. And none of you can either.
So what's left? It's a world that people think is full of possibilities, but its not. Not when the human mind creates so much better.
What do you think, both they of useless faith and they of the philosophical mind?
Warning: I don't give a shit about grammar, so be prepared for that. I will probably be using harsh language, more so as it gets longer I expect. Deal with it. This isn't a topic about things mentioned here like Doctor Who (yes, it will be mentioned); there is a greater meaning to it. Chances are good, the coherency of it will be lost and that I'll begin to ramble.
So I get up this morning, earlier than usual, a lot earlier, around 5 am. Considering I get up around noon, that's pretty fucking early. Then again my sleep schedule has been fucked lately. But that's not the point. So I can't get back to sleep, so I go upstairs to watch Doctor Who. Lately I've been rewatching all the ones since the ninth doctor, as well as some of the older ones like The Ark in Space.
Right now though, I'm finishing up with the 4th series, the one with Donna. I'm watching the one where that large beetle is on her back, feeding off the flux in time. And once again I get those thoughts. The same ones that come every time I watch something like this. The ones that ask "Why can't this be real?"
Yes, why can't it be real? Why can't I, or anyone else for that matter, go on an amazing journey through time and space with a timelord? But it's not just that show. Why can't I save the world from Kuja or Ultimecia or Sephiroth? Why can't I join a group of people fighting to stop the revival of the demon Altima?
Why the fuck are we stuck as these shit little humans? And why are we here on this pissant little world, working our lives away for nothing? There's no real answer.
The bible says we are made in the image of God. I think that we can all agree that that means we are, at best, copies of God. But no doubt, we will also agree that if we are, we are like the clones with extra limbs, bones missing; deformed wretched things that simply ask to be killed. But what if we aren't? What if we truly are copies of this God person? Then what does that mean?
It means that god is retarded. Severely retarded. Keep in mind though, that this hypothesis only works on the presumption that God exists. Because the way I look at it, if we are copies of this God, then he has the same sort of imagination as we do, the same desires. Why then can't we do things like this?
Hell, why can't we just have wings for fuck's sake. That alone would make things interesting. But we don't. We're these little humans with at best 100 year lifespans. Living those little blips of life in a shit world.
So then what do we do, even knowing this? What's the point of living? Is it only just to die? What then? I don't know. You don't know. Even those of you with faith. Think about it. You have 100 years to live. What do you do?
I find myself wanting to do something extraordinary. I want to be a companion of The Doctor. I want to save the world with a ragtag bunch of fuckers. I want to be that womanizing blond thief that stops his brother. But we can't, can we? Because in the end, we're only human. Lousy piece of shit humans.
And though I want more, I can't have it. And none of you can either.
So what's left? It's a world that people think is full of possibilities, but its not. Not when the human mind creates so much better.
What do you think, both they of useless faith and they of the philosophical mind?