Friday, August 25, 2006

Is there a worse 3-letter combination than why? We wake up, we go to work, we come home, we worry about finances, we sleep and worry about work, we live our lives with such passion and such fury, we take all we do with such seriousness, we believe in the importance of our actions..... Then one day one word throws us off our feet. Why? Then we see it our real importance, we are so tiny and insignificant, rapidly spinning around a very unimportant and un regarded star. We notice how futile and merit less our actions are no matter how morally just.. We forget for one horrible moment how to live. Why am I doing this, as it will effect nothing? Why should i love as all i love will also pass? Why should I struggle and strive for greatness as all memory will be lost like tears in rain?

We despair, all is meaningless all is lost, god does not exist or care....

*Click*

The mental protection kill switch engages...we cant cope with the truth, we know the truth deep down, but we choose to ignore it, we go back to living our lives, pretending that everything we say and do means something. The collision of pretence that our lives are important and the reality that our lives are insignificant and meaningless.....

The true absurdity of life....

Life as absurd. Many would say that life is absurd due to it length, nothing could be further from the truth, consider the mouse if you will.... Due to high levels of mitochondrial oxidative damage its life expectancy is significantly shorter.. Approx three years, but we do not consider its life absurd. It eats, it shits, it bonks it dies.... Simple. Or if will consider the life of a cocky they live a comparable life expectancy to us, yet we do not consider their life absurd. No the Absurdity of life must come from something universal.

Our lives are absurd due to their lack of meaning, yes life is meaningless, but meaning less does not always equate to absurdity. As an example moving a all the cups from one cupboard to another may be meaningless if just done on a whim, but it is not absurd, merely pointless.

Meaning: What if we are food for an advanced species, some of us a light snack others a three course meal. Our lives would have meaning, but it is subjective our lives have meaning but only to those who wish to consume us. In terms of objective meaning our lives would only be meaningful if the beings which consume us had meaning. Our lives would have meaning if our lives had meaning to God. History has shown evidently that we don’t mean that much to our creator. Perhaps god is a societies kill switch instead of facing the indignation of our meaningless existence. We cant cope with the truth so we create a god in our image to give our lives some point or purpose.

Absurdity survivors guide......

1) Lighten up, sure your on a forgotten dust bowl surrounded by psychotic apes, but it can be a lot of fun. Enjoy your life realise that truth that nothing matter and all actions have equal merit, live for the moment stop reading blogs and take up extreme sports.

2) Revel in your absurdity: dye your hair blue, make a fool out of yourself, go to dinner parties in your dressing gown, run a cactus for local government (cant do a worse job). Life is absurd cant beat em join em.

3) If nothing truly matters than neither does this. By worrying about your life you are merely feeding the absurdity of pretence and reality.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Many years ago there was a helicopter pilot named bobby. Bobby was flying amongst the skyscrapers of the city and became frightfully lost, he could no longer remember where he airfield was, and he was running low on fuel. In desperation he decided to ask a young man in an office window for directions. Grabbing a piece of paper from the chopper he wrote WHERE AM I? in big bold letters and held it to the window. The young man looked at the note, looked at Bobby scratched his head and wrote back YOU'RE IN A HELICOPTER. From there bobby grabbed the stick and flew straight back to the airfield.

How did you know where you were from those instructions the other pilots asked. Bobby said "it was simple. I knew who ran the building and could work out my location. That had to be the Microsoft technical support building the information was accurate but useless none the less."

Which leads me onto Pascals Wager, the information is accurate but useless none the less.

There is a game of chance being played at an infinite distance to us, win an infinite prize, or suffer an infinite punishment, all for a finite stake.

The argument is simple logic, you believe that god exists, you adopt a Christian lifestyle, if god exists you get it all paradise and infinite rewards, if you are wrong you might loose out on the sex drugs and rock and roll side of life, but not a great loss. If you choose to say God doesn’t exist you may gain a little an impious life has its benefits as we know anything you enjoy is either illegal, immoral or fattening, but the gain is only finite, but if you are wrong and god doesn’t exist (you are in for such a smiting) the punishment is infinite, Hell. So logically you such bet on the better reward, as long as the probability of god is greater than zero, your logical bet is on the belief in god.

E=pR+g
Where E is the enjoyment factor of life inclusive of afterlife, p is the probability of god, R is the reward positive or neg infinity and g is the earthly gains.

Major problems:
I cannot force myself to believe in God just because of a logical argument. Just as I cannot believe John Howard is a far and honourable man regardless of the reward that is offered. This does hold true but in accepting the wager one must accept a Christian way of life, take communion, enjoy fellow ship and you will come to know gods greatness.

Mercenary character: If I was god I would smite those who signed up merely for reward. This is true, this is not faith, but as above adopting the lifestyle will lead to a pious life and a true love of the almighty.

Many Gods Problem: which god does one bet upon, imagine a reclusive god who has vowed to smite all that follow him, his probability is not zero, so the logical bet is for disbelief. The Probability of any omnipotent being is not zero therefore the wager holds true for all religions. One should have faith yes but in what. Logic once again comes through to save the day.
Maybe we take it as a job interview look for the highest volume of work, the most experience as a god. Jesus has only been around for a few thousand years, so RA really has the experience over him. Perhaps we should aim most sightings, more believable God, and of course the theistic bikini contest . Although I do not believe one can know god and it is arrogant to assume otherwise. How can one claim knowledge of what is intrinsically ineffable.

Unfortunately this is where the wager does fall short. Due to the nature of infinite rewards.

Infinite reward problem. I am having a raffle the reward a wallet of infinite money and splendour, all it will cost is everything you will ever own. Logic says, finite stake, finite chance of winning, infinite reward, logic says go for it. Yet I don’t think I will sell too many tickets.

Pascals wager is a charming yet crudely applied logic, it does suggest that logically it is in your best interests to have faith, but is unfortunately a little hazy on the details due to the nature of the infinite rewards. My bet is to live a good life, think for yourself and follow the parts of any religion which seems right, and just hope it is good enough for gods high standards.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Dear Readers,

The story you are about to read is not a happy tale. If you are looking for a story full of smiles and sun shine you should look elsewhere. Our story is a tale of misplaced faith, a tale of betrayal and of pettiness. Our story in fact is the story of a man from Uz, a man who hated evil, loved his family and quite rightly so feared god. This man's name was Job.

Job was the quiet pious sort, not a care in the world, wealthy having seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen, and of course five hundred she asses. Not only was he rich in material possessions, Job had an amazing family seven sons and three daughters. Job was a man who had it all, until one day……

A fallen angel arrived unannounced or invited to a heaven work function on the outskirts of Uz, there was much to drink so the extra tag along had not effected the party budget. God after sighting Satan said to him, "that is Job down there in the valley, he is pious and there are no other servants like him in the land, he praises and loves me." To which the lord of darkness replied "he only loves you because of what you have given him, take t away and he will curse you" God says to Satan "that sounds like a bet your on."

Back in the land of Uz Job is visited by three messengers, the first approaches job to tell him, that all of the oxen had been slain and the she asses. Not only that but the bandits had put his servants to the blade. Before Job could deal with this grievous news a second messenger arrives to tell job that the fires of god had consumed his sheep and that only he had survives the flames. Job was over come with grief, but as they say bad luck always comes in threes. The final messenger arrives to tell job his family had been crushed, the roof of his brothers house had collapsed there are no survivors. Job of course distraught, did want any father would do, he shaved his head and prayed to the God that had taken the joys of his life from him.

God speaks to Satan once more, "You have cursed him yet he still loves me, he praises me, by the way you owe me a Tenner." To which Satan replies "double or nothing, he still has his health what if I curse his body surely he will hate you then." God says "ok but I will watch over him, leave him his life and we shall see."

Satan strikes Job down with boils and blisters and curses his health. All is lost to Job no family no health nothing except the desert. Job curses God and wishes for death, Satan wins the bet. Job is covered with the blisters and boils, he turns his back on god, speaks ill of him. He is left in this state until he repents for cursing god.

God in turns gives Job not just his old crappy family but a new family, with more sons and more daughters, and more oxen and she asses and Job lives to a ripe old age a happy man.

This is a story with mixed messages, is it a story of great faith will be rewarded or the folly of faith. This story is analogous to that of a wife coming home to an abusive husband, stays from great love or great fear. The trials of Job are not productive and not within the Modus operandi of omni benevolent being.