Of big questions, the now and random rambling of a sceptic’s mind pt.3

There is no God. There, I said it. And as much as it pains a part of myself that was brought up by deeply religious mother, I have to admit it - there is none. This is not my belief - let me be clear about that - belief needs my agreeing. As if my concurring makes it more real. No, I am talking facts. Facts do not care, if one believes in them or not. They hold true no matter what. Recently, I watched a video on Youtube.  It was a long monologue of some Imam trying to demonstrate with logic how islam is somewhat different from other religions. He stated that truth can be for some 1+2 =3 (true) and for some 1+2 =4 or 1 (seemingly true). He said the latters are close to the truth, but only one is truly correct, thus justifying the correctness of Islam. There were several mistakes in his approach, but I will only note this one. He stated believers that 1+2=1 or 4 are close to the truth. I know what he meant by that, but he used a wrong analogy, and there is the irony. In mathematics or science there is no “being close to truth”. Something is either true or not. That is how concept of truth works. There is only one. The one of facts - what happened when and where! Implications these facts produce are a subject to an objective and logical inquisition to prove or disprove them in order to get a deeper understanding of reality. There might be only one truth, however, there are countless interpretations of it. And this is in a way what I am talking about here.

Of luck, happiness and all the weird bus connections

Who would have thought thinking about buses can bring someone to interesting philosophical reasoning. I would have. This happened to me once already. I was waiting with my friend for a bus number 6 to arrive to take us home. A bus with the number 20 blinking on its led screen approached. As it stopped the number 20 suddenly changed to 6. Just like that. I was thrown aback. How even a small change, like a number, can have a great impact on one’s perceiving of destiny. Before the bus changed from 20 to 6 I knew instantly with just looking at it, where it came from and I knew where it was going. But with that change, a bus, that was “predestined” to go one way, suddenly became a totally new, different bus, with new sets of bus stops and the past that does not correspond with the one presumed for the number displayed.

I wondered then how this can be applied to human experience. We all know how everyday common incidents can affect the course of our lives. And similarly to the bus situation, when I knew the path before and after it changed from one number to the other - although they couldn’t be more different - I always know I am on the “right” path, the one path that I am living right now, all the time. Never mind the constant changes of hearts that I have. Which I do. A lot. It is because the reality we perceive is not the reality of chances and options but of things that occur, that through outcome of random events manifest from a cloud of possibilities.

And this is what I wanted to talk about in this entry. Being happy or lucky. Wait what? It will all make sense in the end. Just stick with me.