Sunday, July 6, 2008

--Of Gods And Mortals--

" I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time"- Nietzsche

Thats a funny way of putting it. Typical Nietzsche, the father of Nihilism.

Much has been written and said about God and His influences in the affairs of men. It is a topic that has raged on for centuries, every since the very first human-ape looked around his environment, got paranoid, and started fearing that someone, somewhere, had gotten a lead on him and created things already.

In a bid to appease his unknown adversary, he started showering praises on Him, and later used Him as a tool to control and tie a leash on the relentless savage force of the Mind. It was not soon before God became an excuse to control the lesser populace, to organize an empire, to wage war, and to attain absolute power. The degradation of religion started with the Church rule, as scholars started questioning the very basis of religion.

Humans have always had a history of being remarkably wrong all the time. We live on illusions that we ourselves create, we believe what we WANT ourselves to believe, and we never fail to maintain the smug smile of being impudently cocky all the time. What a man proves in his time, is always challenged or disproved by another, because the very basis of these discoveries are mere human interpretations of what constitutes this Universe.

Our egotism deters us from accepting the fact that we, indeed, know almost nothing at all about this Universe, one so vast and unfathomable, that we can only sit back in our chair, and fight over whose obscure 'theory' is more believably stupid. The same goes for God.

Man tries to explain, time and again, but always falters in the end. God is hope, because in Him lies our 'salvation', as history puts it. For a species that seldom repents, this is unattainable. Our only major flaw is that, we think a LOT about ourselves.

For a species surviving in a far corner of the endless Universe, we proclaim ourselves to be the highest form of life and intelligence. Going by our own crafted laws of Probability, the mere vastness of space points at the strong chances of life existing elsewhere in the Universe. We may never know. But we believe that we are such an important part of the Universe that, God has no other job than keeping an eye on our affairs and deeds and judging our actions along. Like I mentioned before, we believe what we 'choose' to believe. We choose to believe that whatever we do is right. We choose to believe our own laws and theories. We live in a world of changing moralities, we live in a world with our own half-baked definitions of success and failure.

We try our best to control the things around us, and are always unsuccessful at the end. We try to control Nature, but it always slips out of our grasp to hit back with unimaginable force. We try to control our own race, and the other creatures, but inevitably war breaks out, and there is no winner in war. For in war, the loser loses his face, and the winner loses his cause.

If there IS a God whose sole purpose of existence is keeping a tab on all of us, I feel really sorry for the dude. It must be the worst job anyone can ever get. But thats not Him. He's something that we will never fathom, he's something thats eluded us in the past, and always will in the future. Yeah, and Nihilism prevails.

"I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for his reputation if He didn't."- Renard

And last but not least, here's a laugh.

"God's last name is not Dammit, dude."- Unknown.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

--Trigger--

The moment of truth.

When you realize that the moment you have anticipated all your life has indeed, arrived. And not quite the way you wanted it to.

When you stare down the gun barrel and marvel at the thin line that separates you from mortal life to god-knows-what.

When you realize that all that you thought you had accomplished is trivial in the face of an enormous universe.

When you are one among the various, nameless, unimportant souls, wiped out of the world without even a smudge to stand testimony to the fact that you were once alive.

When enlightenment strikes, when fate loses its worth. When all you pray for is an error. A mistake.

When your entire life flashes by in a flickering reel, and you realize that you want to live.

When you know that for the last time in your life, you're screwed.

The moment of truth. That explains the background, then.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

--Screamer--

A blog to pen down all that I feel.

A blog to speak to myself.

A blog to contemplate on all thats real.

A blog my thoughts can engulf.

To diss at the world, to stare at the wall.

To piss at the Sun, hereby I blog.