On God

You come to existence. You develop a conscious all around your existence then you cease to exist. And you call it coincidental? Once upon a time, there were two close buddies; matter and space and it ended up producing you. Think rules of physics made you breath. That's a way of looking at it. But from where I stand the view is quite the opposite.   

Even the very act of breathing fascinates me. The concept of life is so mind-blowingly complicated that I can't help but believe, there must be something bigger than this. 

Your immediately developed conscious, breaching a past, a present and a future for you, stops being the conscious you know at a certain moment, death. And throughout your consciousness you live with not knowing what happens once you're dead.  The very foundation of consciousness is built on knowing. You know where you are in terms of so many dimensions while you are conscious; place, time, emotional orientation, physical being. And you live with not knowing where you will be at in terms of any of the above dimensions once you are dead. 

This fascinatingly difficult situation makes me think that it's only rational to assume a higher entity exists and that's why you come to exist the way you exist. This beautifully complicated existence cannot be coincidental. 

But I don't buy any of this self repeating stories. There are ways of teaching and story telling, giving a story to an abstract concept, is one of them. All religions and beliefs claim a story, many repeating the similar ones in a slightly different manner, they are trying to teach us concepts. 

While putting so much meaning in to the idea of a might entity I perceive religion quite very skeptically. Science tells you to question and I have some very big question marks as to the religious explanations of existence. It can neither be chance nor a disobedient and insecure servant. I don't think someone called god created us out of boredom or wrath nor I believe it was simply matter and space holding hands.

Ironically, the famous pastor's words are so profound; get up in the morning, go to work, come home, watch tv, go to bed, and go to parties on the weekends. there has to be more to life than this.