Once upon a time, there lived a man who was magic or at least he looked like a man, he was very powerful and lived in the sky. He was all knowing and everywhere at the same time. He created servants to do his bidding, even though he could do anything himself with a blink of an eye. His servants had wings like birds (even though birds didn't exist yet), so they could fly around doing good deeds. The smartest servant thought to himself one day, that since the magic man was so loving and powerful and knowing, that he would overthrow him. This (not so smart) smartest flying servant went to the other servants and told them he was forming a secret army behind the magic man's back and not to tell the magic man (who knows everything) that he was doing this. One out of every three flying servants said that the sky home was the most beautiful and loving place in existence, so for sure to count them in for war against the magic man, the very same guy that had the power to create or destroy everything in the entire universe at the blink of an eye. The not so smartest flying servant said "great, what could possibly go wrong with this plan".
I'm not here to insult anyone's beliefs, I'm questioning my own. I was raised in a religious home, we attended mass every Sunday and sometimes during the week as well. My family was part of a congregation, it was part of our life. We were religious but not pushy about it, my parents believed we needed to work on ourselves being good and not try to make others something we were not. To be honest I'm not sure what I believe anymore. I remember reading an article once about critical thinking regarding stories that are supposed to be true. The article was directed mainly at stories in the media (really fits in nicely for today) but after reading it, my little brain began poking holes in every story I read that is supposed to have some truth to it. As we get older, some of us begin to see the truth about certain beliefs.
These stories no longer make sense to me, something just doesn't add up. The older I get, the farther away from tales I get. Today I am more of an evidence based type person, this is not to say that I have a closed mind, it's just that you better have more evidence than a picture of an angel on your morning waffle. Maybe man screwed up, we always do, maybe we got the story wrong. If there is a god, (and I'm not saying there isn't, cause I don't want to upset her) maybe God is too complex for us to comprehend, so we made up something that we could understand at the time. I worry about governments that make decisions based on stories from thousands of years ago. From experience every gay person can understand that, we have always known most religions are wrong about us.
I'm not sure what the answer is or what "my" answer is, every answer is different for each person. I know many people would like to wipe religion away. I'm not one of those people, I'm very cynical of society, I'm very suspicious of people. We are still pretty much a dumb bunch of monkeys in pants. It doesn't hurt to have a majority of humans thinking there is a powerful parental figure, watching over them. It doesn't hurt to have people feel that they need to treat others the way they want to be treated. Humanity needs a herd mentality, compassion towards one person, benefits all people, otherwise it would be back to the bad old days.
Like I said, I'm not trying to criticize anyone's beliefs or offend them, I am just thinking out loud. There is some freedom in thinking we are independent in the universe but to be honest, for myself there is also sadness in thinking "this is it, this is all we are", a blip in time, monkeys in pants, floating through space on a giant rock... alone.