I object that some god who supposedly made me with all my weaknesses will someday judge me. Makes no sense. If this god, who
claims to love me, could just as well have made me flawless with no
need for judgement, why didn’t he?
There is no god...no final judge or judgment..we live, we die and what we were made of gets recycled into something else. And...even if there is a god, there is not one that is worthy of our praise, or worship.
You were made differently than I. My journey started with Pap's sperm up the viagina, meeting the ovom, swirling around in the plazenta, then making the way back out of the vagina. I don't remember the trip but was assured that that is how I started. No god was involved. All biology.
Exactly. There is no god. No reason to fear all those hell-fire religious people.