god

  • Does god exist?

    Photo by Simone Secci

    If this question has been bothering you then you’ll be pleased to know that, in the space of this 5-minute read, you’re going to finally get the answer.

    I know, it’s amazing, isn’t it? All that effort expended over the centuries, and then the answer comes, without fanfare, in a random blog post, that perhaps only you will read. Surely, it’s one of God’s little jokes?

    The answer revealed. At last.

    Not so fast. Be patient. It’s only another few paragraphs until you can relax in the knowledge that has confounded humans since the dawn of time. But first, a little history.

    So, we haven’t quite nailed this one to date. Everyone seems to have piled in with gods everywhere you looked. As early tribes, we saw gods in mountains, trees, the sky, the earth, the sea, the weather, fire, animals, you name it.

    And then the Abrahamic faiths hooked onto the idea that every god that had, until then, been deemed to exist, actually hadn’t.

    Wait, it’s coming…

    No, all those gods since the dawn of time had just been made up. They were merely figments of our imagination. However, it turned out there was one god. In fact, we’ll give this god a capital, we’re so sure: God.

    From here on in, apart from a few notable outliers, humanity became convinced there was one God. We couldn’t absolutely agree on a name, but as this is an English language blog, we’ll call him (it? her? don’t be crazy) God.

    Then some humans thought some more and came to a new realization: there were in fact not loads of gods, nor even one God. In truth, there were no gods or God at all. The existence we had pinned everything on had been a lie.

    OK, you’ve been patient…reward time.

    Of course, that wasn’t the end of the discussion. In fact, the heated question of whether God or gods exist has continued with much energy to the very present moment.

    But wait…

    Let’s think about this for a moment: if God or gods do not exist, then our deciding they did, then deciding they didn’t, but one did, then speculating that maybe that one didn’t after all, then becoming adamant that it didn’t, and then getting cold feet again, would have what effect?

    None whatsoever. In a godless universe, everything was just as it was, apart from what went on in our human minds.

    And let’s invert that: if God or gods do exist, then our deciding they did, then deciding they didn’t, but one did, then speculating that maybe that one didn’t after all, then becoming adamant that it didn’t, and then getting cold feet again, would have what effect?

    None whatsoever. In God-filled universe, everything was just as it was, apart from what went on in our human minds.

    So, the answer, perhaps frustratingly for those of you who have ploughed doggedly on with this blog in the hope of a big win, is that the answer is irrelevant. 

    The true state of things is unaffected by the vagaries of such questions existing in my mind or any other human mind that may be engaging with this question. 

    And so, the pertinent question becomes: to what extent does what we believe matter to the existence of the universe? And if it doesn’t really matter one iota, then we can all relax, and go on believing whatever we each choose to believe, safe in the knowledge that it won’t make any difference. 

    And if that was too much God for one day, what you need is some cricket: Tailenders make cricket great.


  • Who’s to blame for my troubles?

    Man with his head in his hands
    Why me? (Photo by Sholto Ramsay)

    Responsibility in an indifferent universe: it’s been a cause of anguish ever since we became conscious beings. I get that. It’s virtually the reason religion exists.

    But that recurring image of the wailing mother in a war zone – the one newsreels show on repeat – is one we all feel sorrow for. Oh course we do. Why? Because she is the victim of random tragedy.

    If I shape my world…then what?

    But flip things for a second. Don’t we all grow up being told – believing – that the better person I am, the better the world will treat me? Isn’t that hardwired into us? That’s the moral baseline.

    If I act in a certain way – positively, assertively, without anger, compassionately, altruistically – that will come back to me in a more content, more fulfilled life, right?

    (I suppose one answer is that such actions simply improve your quality of life, barring random tragedy or an act of God, depending on your belief.)

    If that is our hardwired positive, what does our subconscious make of tragedy? Does it need meaning too? If it does, what answers are there in the dark recesses of the mind?

    It’s your fault

    If something bad happens, is it just the tipping point of too many bad thoughts or deeds? And even if there’s no God doing the scolding, do trivial bad or negative actions lead to a situation where more bad can happen to you?

    Obviously, these dark recesses are sometimes not so hidden. Remember Glenn Hoddle and his weird hypothesis on people with disabilities? How many of the devoutly religious harbour similar instincts?

    For those without the comfort of religion, fully confronting the reality of an indifferent, random universe is still an uneasy place to be. But it’s useful. It might even deepen our compassion.

    That’s my thought for the day. What got me started? Charles Foster’s weird and wonderful Being A Beast: An intimate and radical look at nature