Give me something to believe in. Or don’t. I don’t care. I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell. I don’t even believe in dirty or pure. I do believe that we are all just like the moon, shining bright but we all have a dark side. I also believe that the purpose of life is to collect and share love.
If God is love, Satan is tragedy and loss, war and greed, waste and destruction.
And that’s kind of how it works, isn’t it? We as humans experience a series of personal tragedies throughout life, and the only way to overcome the pain of tragedy, destruction, or loss…is love. Maybe that’s what religion is getting at. I don’t claim to know any answers. I pay much more attention to the questions, anyway.
I have no fucking clue what happens next. But I certainly enjoy daydreaming about it. I think that is why I’ve never chosen a religion. The commitment of tying my mind to a single belief, one that has been prepackaged by somebody else, is too much of a threat to my curiosity. I hold on to the ideas that resonate with me and leave behind the ones that don’t. And in between all of that, my mind is free to wander through the many rabbit holes of my consciousness.
I could never give that up. Maybe that’s the point.