The pastor

The ultimate test for my lack of religious belief came when I had to sit down with a pastor over dinner and survive the teachings of teh Christ. It lasted exactly 1 minute before the pastor understood that I am a lost cause to him and I was just nodding my head so as not to cause any arguments.

“God cannot exist without us human believing that he exists” Was the only reply I gave after his description of why God created humen. The angle with which he used to try and convert me is around the line that there’s no meaning in life, if we are purely just an accident and that we cannot be happy that way. It took him a few seconds to have the meaning behind what I said sink in.

I am perfectly happy without a god and I am perfectly happy without a meaning in life. In fact, I’d be more depressed if I know that I am just a creation. Watching a lot of movies with regards to androids becoming sentient, I realizes that if there is indeed a maker, my life would be completely miserable. A maker can’t help but having aspirations for its creation and in doing so, limits the potentials of its creation. It’d mean that we are not beings of free will at all.

Before everything is debated, I am shying away from that discipline because I do not want to be miserable. Its discipline and my nature is not compatible in creating happiness.