I’m agnostic. I used to be on the atheist tip in my teen years, and there is one event in my life that I remember to this day. My mom was in the hospital for months at a time…she was dying. I remember being in the room while the clergymen they have were performing prayers. I’m not a Christian, and in fact I find the bulk of Christianity repugnant, and so I respectfully declined but I stayed because that’s my mom.
I never thought too much of it, and I wasn’t trying to be an a$$hole, but yet, I still feel a deep sense of regret. Over time my views transformed, as my knowledge the world grew. I came to realize that there is no real answers, and any attempt by humans to come to any concrete understanding of the universe as it exists are futile. Every step we take we realize that we are nowhere near the scope of reality.
I think there is something out there, but it is outside of our comprehension. Whether this thing cares for humans or not, I can’t say for certain, but I’m leaning towards the latter. Of what use are some stupid meat bags on earth to something like that?
But as for my views on the subject, I was greatly inspired by the stoics and Spinoza ethics. I find eastern philosophy fascinating as well. What Spinoza posited was that everything came from a whole substance(much like the stoics, but they are more so known for the practicality of their philosophy) and everything and anything is but a facet of that universal substance. It really brought to terms a lot of things for me…it would be selfish of me to turn away.
