Damn it Ray, every time I try and write a comment on your blog it leads to a post on my blog. So this is in relation to his latest post, so if I do have more readers than him, go read his blog for reference. That's pretty much where all my research into time travel/alternate universes took me. I guess that just reenforced my idea that if some form of higher power (say God) exists, it isn't omniscient. I look at this higher power as a scientist. This scientist was bored, so he started a new experiment which accidentally created a universe, which then multiplied itself an innumerable amount of times due to all the different paths people/animals/what have you take. The scientist does not decide what happens in any universe, he can merely stay in his lab and observe what happens.
When I was in middle school and first starting to break away from my parents religions, I came to Ray's "There is no freewill" conclusion. This pissed me off, pretty much because I believe in freewill. I think that every animal EVER makes decisions and is solely responsible for them. I took that, and an act of defiance (because that's pretty much my thing) and became a huge dick (also my thing) when it came to religion. I was taking those classes you have to take to become a member of the Catholic church at the time, so I alternated between questioning my teachers and classmates every chance I could and outright insulting their intelligence. As you can imagine, I was a pretty mean kid. These classes continued until I was in high school, and the only teacher who weren't Bible Nazis or people who had never challenged anything in their lives, were a couple of college kids. They saw that it was "go practice my religion" or death with my mother. So I pretty much just came to class and politely questioned their faith. They actually had opinions, so they explained that they pretty much saw the religion as a moral code and were pretty respectful of other religions. They felt bad for me also, so that pretty much wrote them into my good book. Most of the time I just sat in class and talked to an ex-friend of mine who was subjected to the same torture, but, surprisingly, was more insulting to the religion than I. She had a whole faux-satanic thing going during classes. At the time, it was pretty amusing, but now I wish I'd told her to tone it down because these people were cool and she actually liked them.
When I was in middle school and first starting to break away from my parents religions, I came to Ray's "There is no freewill" conclusion. This pissed me off, pretty much because I believe in freewill. I think that every animal EVER makes decisions and is solely responsible for them. I took that, and an act of defiance (because that's pretty much my thing) and became a huge dick (also my thing) when it came to religion. I was taking those classes you have to take to become a member of the Catholic church at the time, so I alternated between questioning my teachers and classmates every chance I could and outright insulting their intelligence. As you can imagine, I was a pretty mean kid. These classes continued until I was in high school, and the only teacher who weren't Bible Nazis or people who had never challenged anything in their lives, were a couple of college kids. They saw that it was "go practice my religion" or death with my mother. So I pretty much just came to class and politely questioned their faith. They actually had opinions, so they explained that they pretty much saw the religion as a moral code and were pretty respectful of other religions. They felt bad for me also, so that pretty much wrote them into my good book. Most of the time I just sat in class and talked to an ex-friend of mine who was subjected to the same torture, but, surprisingly, was more insulting to the religion than I. She had a whole faux-satanic thing going during classes. At the time, it was pretty amusing, but now I wish I'd told her to tone it down because these people were cool and she actually liked them.
Anyway, when I was finally able to stop taking those awful classes and was, unfortunately, a member of the church on paper, I stopped be so damn angry. Most of the reason I had been a huge douche at that time was because I was being forced to do something I hated. I had already decided I didn't like the religion and for literally no reason except "because" I was forced to waste two hours of my Sundays going to church and class, for three years, for a religion I had no interest in. The reason I hated, yes, ladies and gentleman, hated, my mother was that I have issues with authority figures, and she was telling me to do something. That's it. Since then, we mostly get along. Unless all her answers are "because", of course. I even still see one of those teachers regularly. She works at a Starbucks my friends and I frequent and we can have nice conversations that don't include me being an ass.
Which leads back to all the fun time/universe stuff. I have always had a thing for time. I can't properly perceive it, so I have a bit of an obsession. And what I mean by that is, say I see my friend A on Tuesday, it is now Saturday. I will know I have recently seen A, but I don't know when it was. It feels like it was a few weeks ago, but in reality it was only a few days. So I usually have something that tells time on me. (Currently my phone because my pocket-watch needs a new battery.) This pretty much lead to my interest in time travel, and I've seen quite a few movies on it, and read some articles and such on it. My interest was piqued again because of a webcomic called Homestuck. It's a pretty amusing way to inadvertently learn about timetravel and alternate universes. Also, it makes you look really smart when you explain what just happened after watching Donnie Darko with your friends. Anyway, looking at things from the alternate universe/time stuff point of view, I came to my scientist idea, because come on guys, think about being created by a giant scientist that checks in on our universe every now and again, is that not super cool and remind you a bit of that one episode of Dexter's Lab?
So if you can manage to follow my thought process, I was angry at religion and my mom, so I became an ass. Then I became a happy ass, then my obsession with time stuff lead me to be slightly scientific, which then lead me to be a happy ass who believes in a giant scientist in the sky. Sure when I put it that way I sound a little nuts, buuut that's pretty much it. This is how religions are made. If you're a legitimate nutter, I grant you the rights to make a giant scientist in the sky religion, and then to come see me when I become a Psychiatrist, because your brain is probably fascinating.
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