The Desperation of Religion

What is religion but a desperate attempt to create order in an eternally chaotic universe?

Of course, science has granted us rational insight and provided quantitative structure to parts of the universe, but mysteries elude us. Consciousness, the boundaries of reality, other dimensions, etc.

As a creature gifted with the free will of a being who is aware of its existence within this material plane, what should you do? For, when you begin to comprehend the unknowingness of the universe, you begin to give second thoughts to your pre-ordained orderly structures. Things like religion, and organized morality begin to come into play. How could you, a being of such lowly proportion in the grandness of all events, have found the answer? The meaning to it all? It is, of course, highly unlikely. And some beings who grasp this choose to deny any sense of objective morality, simply out of the pure arbitrarity of it all.

They are beings who realize we are living on an endless beach, and building sandcastles certainly couldn’t be the way to escape. But yet some still do….

Is it better to accept the sandcastles, and subject yourself to their order even if parts of you understand the potential meaninglessness to doing so, or to reject them as meaningless and simply run around the beach screaming, shitting, and jerking off?

Is it better to grab, even when you know the ledge will collapse and you will fall anyway? Or just accept the abyss?