If I was asked to place a bet as to whether there was a God of some sort or not, I would wager everything I had on the negative. Admittedly, I know nearly nothing about neuroscience, but I feel like there is a part of us that is hardwired to believe that there is something bigger out there that rules over the world. Why, exactly? We need to feel as if we're not in this alone - there has to be some sort of divine hand moving the chess pieces of the world, right? Not to mention the ugly, dirty, scary prospect of death (see: afterlife). Unlike Plato, Kierkegaard, and a long list of other individuals, important and forgettable, throughout history, though, I don't believe in the metaphysical. So, am I going to hell after I die, then? If my mere guesses (and the film Waking Life) contain a grain of truth, then maybe it will be a few minutes of brain activity that stretch out into a vast eternity - a heaven or hell of my own making...
...Not that I always thought this way. I was raised a Catholic, and even completed my Confirmation, but after thinking about it, I saw nothing behind these ceremonies that could create their significance. Which leaves me here, in a Catholic institution. Not that I have anything against religion or those who practice it - in fact, certain religious practitioners have been some of the greatest people I have had the pleasure of knowing - but I guess what I'm trying to say is that it just isn't for me.
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