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God is subjective. If you really think about it, God could be anyone or anything. I prefer to look onward as other helpless people look to the sky. "I'm talking to God" they tell me. In reality they merely "pray" or confess to themselves which in turn makes them feel better. The "Miracle of God" is nothing more than their own brains releasing healing and soothing chemicals as a reaction to stress release. Religion is simply, in my opinion, people tricking other people into investing their lives to prepare for an afterlife that may or may not even exist. So when I am forced to attend church, I simply pray to a different God. The figure of god is supposedly loving, gentle and only truly visible in heaven. But my god is the one I love. They love me back and worship me as much as I do them. If heaven does exist anywhere, then it would be right here. Where I am loved and happy for at least parts of my life. Not in some fictional place that is supposedly perfect for everyone. Well, yes...life isn't perfect, but i can tell you, It's a hell of a lot better than dying.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
God
God is subjective. If you really think about it, God could be anyone or anything. I prefer to look onward as other helpless people look to the sky. "I'm talking to God" they tell me. In reality they merely "pray" or confess to themselves which in turn makes them feel better. The "Miracle of God" is nothing more than their own brains releasing healing and soothing chemicals as a reaction to stress release. Religion is simply, in my opinion, people tricking other people into investing their lives to prepare for an afterlife that may or may not even exist. So when I am forced to attend church, I simply pray to a different God. The figure of god is supposedly loving, gentle and only truly visible in heaven. But my god is the one I love. They love me back and worship me as much as I do them. If heaven does exist anywhere, then it would be right here. Where I am loved and happy for at least parts of my life. Not in some fictional place that is supposedly perfect for everyone. Well, yes...life isn't perfect, but i can tell you, It's a hell of a lot better than dying.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
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