It is clear to me that there is no God, and that religion, not anything else, is the opiate of the masses.
Religion exists in many forms. Almost all popular religions maintain that their way is the right way, laughably ignoring the statistical absurdity of such a claim. Since there are several very popular and quite different religions on this planet, all founded by homo sapiens, could it possibly be that they are all cultural artifacts?
But what really gets me is the incredible coincidence between the following two things:
Religion promises a better life in the after life, and offers convenient explanations for all the bad @!$%# that goes down.
Poor, miserable, destitute, screwed-over, starving, enslaved, unhappy people always embrace religion in their darkest hour.
Clearly, then, it's quite possible that religions were founded to make the poorest of the poor feel less bad about their miserable lot in life, the better to continue to exploit them!
Since all the major religions were "founded" at some point in recorded history by some "prophet" who claimed a unique connection to whatever God(s) they were espousing, isn't it at least possible that these belief systems mainly exist to help people justify their miserable, pathetic lives?
And isn't it interesting that most religions encourage you to financially support their efforts? In this regard, isn't religion just making a ton of money off the backs of the poorest of the poor?
Oh, and since all people are inherently flawed and therefore "sin" with regularity, isn't it incredibly convenient that most religions contain some mechanism that allows you to absolve yourself of your sins at virtually no cost?
I could be all wrong. It is entirely possible that some old guy with a beard is up there and busies himself making decisions, creating weather, listening to prayers like in "Bruce Almighty". I wonder if he's a Muslim, or a Christian, or a Buddhist, or a Hindu, or a Scientologist? If he's smart, he's probably a Mormon, that way he could have a bevy of blond, blue-eyed wives to ski with at Snowbird.
The immortal Ian Anderson, leader of Jethro Tull, summed it all up for me in his song "Wind Up", the final song on his best album, "Aqualung" ...
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said: "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays".
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me compose a better song
'cause that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.



