God is a Farce

Richard Ryan
Ever since I gained any understanding about this world around me, I have abandoned any faith in a being higher than myself or those like me. It's easy and quite common to feel this way when you're young and everything seems as worthless as you feel, but only recently do I feel as if I have a true grasp on this type of spiritual autonomy. For now I know that atheism and nihilism have much less in common than I once believed. It is the will to live and live happily that now endures in everything I believe.

Effort toward God's kingdom is just wasted effort here on Earth. Resources that are provided to his divine purpose could be relocated to something much more divine: yourself. Time spent kneeling in his hollow house could be spent building real relationships, creating real art, learning more about yourself as an individual, and having a real impact on the tangible. A lifetime spent in anticipation of a promised salvation could be spent enjoying and appreciating every little thing that this life has to offer. God's supposed exiles are the most beautiful creatures imaginable, and our kingdom contains beauty only equaled by its masters. It is long overdue that our admiration is awarded to the gods and heaven around us and not to some undeserving farce.

The notion of God is the laziest thought a mind could hold. God is an excuse for the most frightened and simple people to avoid having their own feelings and thoughts, their own unique love, hatred, and fear. This feigned character pacifies the greatest human fear, the fear of the unknown, but also destroys the greatest quest in existence- the quest for knowledge. This sort of simplicity must be assuring to some, but there is always greater reward at the end of the road less traveled, and it is this reward that I seek.

Only after people begin to see the strength of humankind to control its own destiny will the myth of God be disproved in our minds. Only after people begin to take personal responsibility and hold the belief in his or herself above all else will this invisible crutch be retired. I am my own God. I face no judgment and live only by the rules of my own moral sense. Paradise once lost is inside, now only obscured.

Published by Richard Ryan

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