Set down your pitch forks, torches, and buckets of tar and let me spit some strange at ya for a second.
WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE REALITY OF OUR EXISTENCE.
Period.
Like, all the periods.
So many periods, there ain't enough bleach in the world, number of periods, ya feel me?
Humans like to arrogantly compete in esoteric pissing contests (amongst other things), but the truth of the matter is that we're so far removed from any major spiritual happenings in our modern times that we're basing most of our theological beliefs off of content that was created thousands of years ago.
That's not to say that we shouldn't respect or take comfort from those ideologies.
And it doesn't mean that I think we should be rocking bible burnings in our free time.
It means that we're regurgitating spiritual conceptualizations without any modern scope of validation.
In that vein, modern humans run the gambit of philosophical fuckery when attempting to conceptualize what COULD BE (and equally could not be) explanations for how/why/what is our present existence.
Are we, in fact, simulations a la carte, no different than the Sim characters we so loved to emotionally bend and break?
Are we, instead, atomic particles floating about in the body of a celestial being? No more capable of having our prayers heard by said being than we would hear the screams of one of our own blood cells as it pleads to become the next Lady Gaga...?
Is it possible that parallel universes are real and that each of the iterations of our existences are interconnected, thus, when we survive in one lifetime from a near-death experience we're viscerally able to witness, through "flashes," the death we certainly experienced in a nearby universe?!
We.
Don't.
Know.
It's this remarkable unknown of a mind-fuck, this impossible canyon of voidish hellscape, this unavoidable premise of WTF, where I find the most validating comfort within my existence.
Where everyone else seems to find solace in the personification of any iteration of god/gods/God, I find nothing but concerning questions.
Questions like:
Which one of you's is preaching the "truth"?
Why would such a holy being choose only a select people to love?
Why does X love you and not them, or us? Why them and not you, or me? Why us and not them, or you?
And if such a thing is true, if such an X is yes, then why does that seem to mean that none of these other equally magnificent belief structures get to exist alongside in support of a greater construction of said X?
It's not that I don't want to believe, or that I can't believe, or that I shirk belief, or that I refuse to conform (JK *itches, we all know I ain't conforming to shit besides skinny jeans, orange Crocs, and a love for unicorns), but because the raw and ONLY real truth is: WE DON'T KNOW.
There's power in the unknown.
There's potential in the unknown.
There's hope in the unknown.
But you wanna know what else there is in there? What's more important than power, potential, and hope?
Humility.
Humility makes us flexible, smarter, safer, harder, better, faster, stronger, and all that uhnt's uhnt's uhnt's, baby. (Note to self: I need more dubstep mashup's in my life...)
*Shut your beautiful cake masher. Dubstep is awesome.*
When we're truly humbled by the unknown of our existence, that's when we're free to explore with a curiosity that no spiritual ideology has obtained.
Yes, peace and love and cupcakes is all fine and good.
But also, anarchy and chaos and spicy orange juice for the win!
I'm not saying religious spirituality doesn't serve a purpose, hasn't helped so many people, and shouldn't exist anymore.
Fuck that!
There's a need for everything we're experiencing right now, from piety to pompous puffery and everything in between!
BUT, when you can set aside your beliefs and start fucking around with existential ideas, that's when you start to realize the flexibility that spiritual humility can provide.
You don't have to ditch your god/gods/God to flex them spiritually humble muscles.
But you do have to ditch your rigidity to conformist ideas of what your god/gods/God wants of you.
Because hey, for all you know, those boys and girls spitting hot spiritual fire back in the who knows when may have had an agenda (or had their agenda agenda'ed by someone higher up with an infectious and nefarious agenda) that both listened to their god/gods/God while also massaging the truth to serve their very human desires.
It ain't easy being a fleck of stardust caught up in the whims of a human lifespan.
So before you go wasting this life of yours on all the soggy french fries, that unfulfilling 9-to-5 job, or yet another boring Tinder date with some douche named Guy who swears by pleather pants and his fake-ass mala beads from an Amazon purchase that also included chocolate-flavored condoms (*scoff, snort* as if, Guy) and spark plugs for an '89 Chevy that he's been "fixing up" for a flipping decade, give this a thought:
If god/gods/God is the exact iteration of your dreams, would such a being really want you to gorge yourself on shit food, shit work, and shit fucks for the sake of winning a seat in a great positive beyond?
If so...maybe it's time to call in on strike.
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