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Life's Mystery
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Why cant people just accept that life is a mystery without inventing religion to account for it?
My own personal journey has gone from being a 'born again' teenage Christian to looking into everything from spiritualism, various occult disciplines, different religious philosophies, eastern traditions to science, atheistic outlooks, humanism, philosophy etc. Jack of all trades and master of none.
Throughout my search and research, one thing is clear, we...just...don't...know. We don't know why we have consciousness or why we are here. We don't know why we exist! neither science or religion has the answers.
Why cant we just be content to admit that without inventing heaven and hells or afterlife scenarios that we just don't know.
Personally, I'm at peace with that. I'm happy to admit that I have not a clue about the mysteries of life or existence or of death and what follows (if anything).
And neither has anyone else!
My own personal journey has gone from being a 'born again' teenage Christian to looking into everything from spiritualism, various occult disciplines, different religious philosophies, eastern traditions to science, atheistic outlooks, humanism, philosophy etc. Jack of all trades and master of none.
Throughout my search and research, one thing is clear, we...just...don't...know. We don't know why we have consciousness or why we are here. We don't know why we exist! neither science or religion has the answers.
Why cant we just be content to admit that without inventing heaven and hells or afterlife scenarios that we just don't know.
Personally, I'm at peace with that. I'm happy to admit that I have not a clue about the mysteries of life or existence or of death and what follows (if anything).
And neither has anyone else!
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//Not so. Nailit makes it quite clear that he doesn't know//
Thought I did.
Why do religionists make out that people who ADMIT that they don't know seem like know it all's
Im quiet happy to admit that life is a quest. (or at least mine is)
I havnt a clue and freely admit it.
That doesnt mean that some pre-packaged belief system has the answers though. They all fall apart when inspected closley.
Thought I did.
Why do religionists make out that people who ADMIT that they don't know seem like know it all's
Im quiet happy to admit that life is a quest. (or at least mine is)
I havnt a clue and freely admit it.
That doesnt mean that some pre-packaged belief system has the answers though. They all fall apart when inspected closley.
nailit again I ask why do you care what other people think or believe? I get that its different wjhere people use threats or violence to enforce their beliefs or who use the beliefs of others to con or abuse them; but why do you care what people believe who just go around harming no one and believing in something that you don't?
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action
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