So I’ve become an agnostic.

[Adrenochrome]

I’ve been thinking today and I’ve realised that if there is no God and or afterlife, then life is absurd, and that if there is a God and or afterlife, life is still absurd.

I also think all religion is manmade and inherently wrong, and that it is impossible to know if there is a god and or an afterlife until death.

I think the best thing to do is to do is acknowledge life is absurd, look absurdness in the eye and carry on in spite of it. To enjoy your life, to be the best human you can be by doing what you subjectively think is right, and embracing the absurdness.

That’s just what I’ve been thinking about today. :-s

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[coolwestman]

Being agnostic means you can't prove anything, therefore you are ignorant. So how do you know religion is wrong?

[-Mephisto-]

Life isnt absurd. YOU'RE ABSURD.

score.

religion is manmade, no shit. what do you want, a cookie?

agnosticism is for pussies. either go the full hog or go back to comforting yourself with fairy tales.

[Adrenochrome]

How can you be an atheist and not think life is absurd? You do know what absurd means, don't you?

It’s true. I say I’m atheist than I get these bouts of extreme fear and say I’m agnostic, then I go back to atheist, then agnostic. It gets terribly frustrating.



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[ohhi]

Pussy. jk jk

[Iam]

Ah, the many amazingly profound conclusions of the Godless. If only they explain how they got there.

[Elephantitis Man]

Agnostic is not about the existence or nonexistence of a god, it's about man's ability to prove or disprove said existence. It's an opinion of knowledge. So you can be athiest, thiest, or undecided. And you can be agnostic in regards to any of the three.

Agnostic != undecided.

[Adrenochrome]

quote:Originally posted by ohhi:

Pussy. jk jk

I AM a pussy.

Because I believe this life is it and that it’s meaningless, and there’s these nights where I just lay in bed and realise how alone we are in this world, how separated from society I am, then I get to thinking about how I’m wasting my life, then I think this is the only life I got so does it matter how I spend it or not, then I start thinking about what it would be like to be non-existent, then I freak out at the thought of being an un-conscious piece of meat that everyone forgets about, then I start forcing myself to think that there’s gotta be a possibility of more than just this life, then I slap myself for becoming a delusional idiot then I go through the whole thing again the next night. I feel that being an absurdist is the only way I can be true to life but it’s driving me fucking insane.

[hyroglyphx]

The void.... Its a nasty little feeling, eh? The void: What is it? The void is that curious sense of lack; that nagging sense that something is missing. It is that place of emptiness inside the human heart. The void is that peculiar intuition that something is amiss and awry, but you aren’t sure why. The void is ever-present in all facets of human thought and emotion. I found this inequality to be true in my own experience, recognizing that it was separate from intellect, meaning, I could not think my way out of it. The void spurns the logical and any attempt to rationalize it ends with disparaging results. The void is a quandary and a vexation of sorts. The whole of life becomes so much more than just enigmatic. It is the missing piece of the puzzle. As more variables appeared, I was confronted with a maze of obstacles. The twists and turns sent me roundabout until I came full circle, from where I began. I became the proverbial dog who chases his own tail. What I thought was reality became illusory. What I thought was truth was anything but, and it chastened me.

From this position, it had caused me to consider the philosophical questions that enter our minds from time to time. I have always found it tremendously interesting to ponder the deeper aspects of such notions and to observe how others have formulated their own conclusions. Gaining perspectives on others allowed me to assimilate my views from theirs, through comparison and contrast. It inevitably led me even further into the uncomfortable journey of introspection. Unfortunately, I had no idea what it was that I was looking for and certainly did not know how to find it. The only thing certain for me was that intangible pang in my heart. It was haunting and nothing seemed to offer any solace. I searched through vain and temporal avenues seeking restitution, but reprieve from it constantly alluded me. There were no lines of demarcation, where a boundary began and where it would end. And so, I sought the council of those I deemed to be wise, hoping that they had some insight on life that I was failing to grasp. To my dismay, they were just as lost as I was, and perhaps more so, because at least I could admit it to myself. These self-help gurus wore pride as a necklace and were blinded by their own convoluted sense of self-worth. At this, point in time, I had heard all the arguments to support this, or that, religion, or to meditate on this, or that, philosophy but it all left a bad taste in my mouth. All that I gave ear to began sounding like a broken record. Today’s discourse was merely a carbon copy of yesterdays rant. The former was a slight gradation from the latter, with a subtle twist. It was the same mouthful of mouthwash swishing to the other side of the cheek. The understanding that I had hoped to find in them was either fleeting or elusive, altogether. Meanwhile, I suffered in quiet desperation as one day melted seamlessly into the next. I am sure those closest to me sensed some level of despair in me, but I doubt they understood the breadth and depth of its extent. Life was grievous to me and what I thought was reality was now façade. Growing weary with cynicism, I eventually embraced agnosticism but not before weighing the juxtaposition of religiosity and philosophy - Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Atheism, Rationalism, and the like. Some of the ‘ism’ schism caught my eye but they were quickly put to death for a lack of, what, I do not know. I had been witnessed to by virtually every Christian denomination imaginable. They were either weak in their faith and thus, could not present an argument that I could dismantle in moments, or I had put up walls in which to shut them out. And so, for years, I was at the crossroads of ambivalence, not knowing up from down.

What changed since then?

[Adrenochrome]

Fuck off, hyroglyphx. I'm not subscribing to your little cult, so get the fuck out of my thread.