I’ve been reading “God is not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything” by Christopher Hitchens and this attack on religiosity has been a common recurrence or theme with me lately. Perhaps it never really left my side, since I’ve easily retorted back into my atheistic tendencies after flirting with pseudo spiritual musings for a period of time. One can get caught up in spiritual yearnings and fantasies for awhile but when the lofty flights of fancy and wishful thinking starts its decline, falling foul of reason, the whole endeavour becomes absurd.

What’s left after one has the revelation that a deity floating high up in the sky is merely a reflection in empty space? The world, this time, this space, the revelation that this, in itself, is of primary importance when we look at the selfish sidings of our being. There is no other life apart from this one and it is best to make the most of it while it exists for the beholder. Unlike the lofty ones who believe this sphere is merely a testing field for some absurd battle between formidable foes, this world is the only one we have, so it is prudent and vitally important to look after this little blue planet as well as ourselves since an omnipotent being is on permanent vacation in flights of fancy.

The more I contemplate the notion of God, of a creator, a supreme being, ordaining and micro managing the universe and a universe that we have purportedly been given for our enjoyment and dominance no less, the more I’m inclined to disbelief. Having said that I have this niggling wish that there should be some patriarchal figure looking out for me and who has my best interests at heart; the idea that life would be considerably easier if I could just suspend disbelief and submit myself into serfdom for an ever vengeful deity is a tempting indulgence. However I am unable to curb my curiosity and inquisitiveness to allow such conversion into irrational belief and to make the leap into blind faith just for the convenience of consolation and servitude. It is an impossible task for a heretic such as myself and often I perplex myself needlessly in this wishful preponderance, which if nothing else fuels a searching longing to seek some ultimate truth. Truth that is perpetually out of reach, nevertheless it keeps me occupied while I inhabit this lonely planet.

Are Gods even required in this age of celebrity, where ostensibly the likes of Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Brad Pitt or their countless ilk allow us to supersede or suspend God worship with an alternate idolatry to fill the empty shores of lost community and tribalism. Isn’t our fascination with images of seamless beauty and perfection all which is required, to relinquish the burden from our father in heaven? Is it not transcendental when we gawk at these pictures and recount the extraordinary lives of celebrity, a dream of utopia we are sold when we stare into the void of superficiality allowing the horror of everyday banality and the corruption of ideology in our leaders to wither away in shells of numbness?

Why wouldn’t we seek this alternate eden, fabricated for us to protect the insidious reality that is foreign to our comfort level? Idolatry is loose change when we countenance the fear mongering that is forced upon us by powers greater than ourselves. To think religiosity offers consolation is to bury one’s head in the sands of ignorance when the driving emotive force predominately called upon in the pursuit of conversion is that of fear. The same tactics are employed by our esteemed leaders who arguably borrowed heavily from the archaic keepers of conformity, the church. Wherever conformity is being called for, fear shadows and commands some form retribution for its non conformance.

To believe or not to believe? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or Terror? War or Peace? Choice? There always seems to be some either/or proposition at stake and it is ironic that the sellers of peaceable future command a sublime lust for its antithesis. Can there exist a voice of reason that extinguishes polarisation because seemingly the spiritual realm is deaf to such calls if by chance you happen to be on the wrong side of its knife edge.

Category : Uncategorized

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.