It's funny looking back at the young, silly me questioning the existence of god by cursing to the heavens and waiting if truly, a god somewhere out there would, say, curse back?
I chose to curse at the ocean where it was loud enough to drown out my blasphemy. Until it wasn't fun anymore and this sinner was cured.
I don’t think God, if there is such, would notice a puny little human having a temper tantrum. I don’t think God would take much notice of a tsunami wiping out a hundred thousand humans. Hell, I think the entire physical universe as we know it could disappear in a big cosmic cataclysm and God wouldn’t give a damn.
Logically speaking, we shouldn’t care all that much either.
I remember being in a large open area and cursing at god, all the while thinking that I was quick enough to dodge that expected lightning bolt. It never came. LOL!!
My lightning bolt never came either. I took that as evidence that God was a myth, not a reality.
well, it does feel like betrayal when you finally figure out it's such a sham.
For me, the worst part was realizing that ALL the adults in my life were freakin' delusional.
I lost all respect for nearly all of them simultaneously.
That's a crappy position to be in as a minor.
Your life is still being controlled by people who have an imaginary friend.
WTF?
Love the storm scene from Forrest Gump where Lt. Dan is yelling at gawd from the top of the mast!
I used to do the same thing.... freedom is liberating.