Twenty-Seventh Thought

What is the meaning and purpose to life?
What a question.
The purpose used to be to survive.
Which really is a terrible answer if you think about it.
Our ancestors, just living to survive, living not to die.
More or less living "because".
And then there is religion
fighting to give us that purpose
The concept of God
Kind of like an uber parent
As children we looked to our parents to explain away all the bad things
Shield us from them.
And now as adults, we have the intelligence of, if not the perspective of our parents
They can't make the bad things go away anymore, we have to depend on ourselves
But then there is God
The ultimate parent
As children our intelligence was too limited to understand things as our parents did
and now, fully grown as we are, we need a bigger, vastly smarter parent
Someone so out of our league that they could replicate that sense of safety, assurance, and even unconditional love, as some unfortunately find their parents actually do not posses
Are we programmed, so to speak, to believe in a higher force?
Being afflicted as we are, with the beautiful disease of higher level thinking we can contemplate our own deaths, understand them as an eventuality, and fear them for more than just themselves, but for what comes after, or what might not
We so hate the idea of leaving this world, when we make our afterlife's, they look like prettier version of home
Just echoes of home

The problem with faith being that it requires lack of proof, questioning it provides little comfort
It simply can't defend itself
It needs people to write books for it, people to bamboozle you with emotional appeals and present circular logic and other such fallacies

Of course there is no proof God doesn't exist
In fact, it would be much preferable if God did

But why waste so much time working, tirelessly for goals only to construct new ones to slave ourselves to?
Why not just enjoy what life can offer us? Just become slaves to pleasure, if we have no guarantee it amounts to anything in the end anyway

There's on little catch though.


Love.


It is very easy to be cold, and calculating, and rational
But what about family, what about friends, and romance?
Those things seem too wonderful to... to be accidental
Of course it would be advantageous for the survival of the species to think such a thing, but still

Can one argue against the feeling, of a warm body against their own? The warm embrace of kith, of kin? The kiss of a lover?
I say if God exists nowhere else - God exists in the kiss of a lover