I’m paraphrasing something I heard someone say on TV tonight: “Without our knowledge of death, religion would disappear.”
We waste so much of the time we live on religion. It occupies so much of our lives, this death that we fear.
We even kill to retain that religion drug. That’s one of the ironies. If you don’t support my own religious beliefs - by believing like me, my yearning to believe that I really will not die, but live eternally, because I’m afraid of death, of nothingness - I will make your life miserable, or I will take your life from you.
We waste so much of our lives on fear in general.
And we squander, or put off nurturing valuable or potential relationships because we think there will always be more time because we think we’ll live forever. Or because we fear those relationships ending.
Once you get over the discomfort of not knowing, or of nothingness, you can really begin to live without the huge burden of religion.
Anyways, that’s how I feel. But I won’t try to convert you, or kill you if you don’t believe like me.
How easy it would be to be an animal that had no knowledge of death. But then how frivolous would our lives be? Would we have art? Would we write and keep journals? Would we have blogs?
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