Wednesday10 Oct 07
I like philosophy; I love to philosophise. It enables to understand me better, humanity better, and it betters me as a person. It might not have answers to everything, but it polishes the windows through which I think. Sometimes, it affirms my beliefs, and gives me greater happiness, and sometimes, it confuddles and puzzles me further. True - religions do so too but much of what they have to offer goes beyond what the mind can conceive (a limitation which is recognised of philosophy, which is a secular, earthly activity) and therefore they require us to have faith… which brings me to the point about whether or not we believe, and why. For philosophy, there is no need for faith. It is founded on knowledge and experience.
As I engage more in philosophy and science, I am pulled further from God. But then again, because of this struggle with my faith, I am forced to be ever-stronger in my belief and am called back to God once more. And it cycles and repeats. While I was still trying to find out more about the evolution debate, there were questions going ‘does a belief in evolution lead to atheism?’ and that saying ‘God works in His own ways’ is meaningless - all it serves to state is that ‘I don’t know, but I still believe.’ Which is what I’ve been saying all this time. So if I have hesitations about what to believe, do I then doubt God? Since if I do believe in God, I would perhaps pay less heed to what science says. Of course, there are middle ways, like that of theistic evolution which states that God is in charge of the evolution process, but that leaves it with its own questions.
There are more reasons as to why I kept having these… sabbaticals… from my faith. Increasingly I found that I have been living as a Christian more from fear of condemnation and from the hope of the promises of heaven and eternal life rather than from a genuine love of God. It is easy to just give praise to God and thank Him for everything, and pray that He will show me the way. It is easy to submit myself to saying that God has His plans and His reasons. The difficult part is really doing all those from the heart. When called upon to explain and defend my faith, I should be able to do so unwaveringly. When I start doubting even what I say, or I need convincing of the concepts myself, I know that I am faltering. Rather than being afraid of facing these exploitations of weaknesses in my faith, I greatly enjoy these challenges and the clarity such debates can bring me in further accepting or rejecting what I believe.
Religions and other religions, religions and science, religions and philosophy, science and philosophy? Do they really matter? No matter what will come in the end, it will come, despite all our speculations and assumptions and beliefs. Does what we believe in now really affect what our fates will be - whichever one the ‘true’ scenario is? As long as we live a good and righteous life and abide by their [religions'] common teachings. And are happy with it. Unless we fear what is to come, so much so that we are forced to make a choice now and live by it and pray that our choice is the right one. To take a bet. Believing in any religion and God (or being convinced of the lack thereof) takes great faith, but sometimes it requires so much faith that you wonder if you’re being blind in doing so. Isn’t it just blind faith? Isn’t being faithful being blind? I know what I believe, but do I really believe in what I know?
I am inclined to believe that most religions are a manifest of the human mind to want to cling on to the notion that there is something else, some hope, after death. It gives them a sense of security, and a sense of purpose for this current life. It gives them meaning to the universe and their place in it.
Must being righteous always include a) God, and b) his teachings (and regarding his teachings, would there be a difference between intentionally following and unintentionally but still doing nonetheless?) If conscience is so strong in a person… if righteousness, ethics, and morals are so ingrained within a person that even without fear of entering hell or without the hope of salvation and eternal life, a person would still willingly follow this rightful way of living… what then, is the use of religions if there is no need for a religion to lay out the guidelines by which his life should follow? And if how we live this life… is also ultimately to prepare us for the ‘next life’… and here again I ask the question of how important death’ is to us, and if we are able to live this life not knowing what lies beyond.
There are dead-ends in all religions and perhaps the problem with us (or with me) is that there are none I can accept. Yes, I lack faith, that much I’ll say. I think too highly of humans and the human mind in thinking that we can find out and define by ourselves (towards the school of existentialism), even while to this end I acknowledge the impossibility of this task. Needless to say everything will lead to more questions and it’ll never end. I believe it when people say that religion is primarily a search for security and not a search for truth. A religion and its teachings may have you believe that what it says is the truth (or will be the truth), but we all know too well that this is not absolute - it is just what we choose to believe in.
I keep asking questions and seeking answers. But although I am not much closer to the ‘truth’ (or an answer that I can be satisfied with, should there ever be one), am I any less happier through this process? On a personal, conscious level, I know that I am not. If anything, I can say with confidence that I have grown to be a much happier being through this discourse.
Right now, I think I am appeasing no-one. I live a virtuous, moral life, but not out of self-interest (what they call prudence), nor out of fear of the punishment that awaits an immoral life. I believe that it is simply in my nature to be virtuous (to certain extents), even when unwatched by either Man or God. I try to be natural, and to be happy and to want people around me to be happy. My own sense of guilt and conscience is enough to weigh on any wrongdoing I have done.
At this stage, I suppose I should make myself clear - this is not a deconversion from Christianity. I have not just lost faith in Christianity (although there are many aspects of I that I find increasingly difficult to accept, one of which concerns the problem of evil), but in religion. There is a difference… so before anyone tries to convince me - again - that I am refusing the truth, that my heart has been clouded by Satan and whatnot, I say again: I have lost faith in faith, and in the God that has been defined by Man.
So what do I believe in now? I no longer consider myself religious. But that is not to say I do not have a stance, a certain set of beliefs still. If I need to classify or describe it, I suppose a hybrid agnostic pantheistic line of thought would be close. Agnostic for I believe that we cannot be absolutely certain of the existence or non-existence of God or gods. That until we know, it is impossible to know for sure. Pantheism (read sections on Divinity, Creation, Evil, Ethics, Ecology, and Salvation and Immortality) for I do recognise the presence of a divine force, especially when I look at nature and the universe, and at us humans as well, but it may not necessarily be a theistic god. It affirms the spiritual divinity and wholeness of life. ‘For pantheism the notion of “the good life” as a regulative ideal - a telos or end to be strived for - is an aspect of salvation.’ I do have an ‘essentialist conception of happiness’, and am a ‘moral realist’.
One could say that exploring the unknowable is of no use/good to our spiritual health. I have been rethinking what I have been struggling with more clearly, and I think I’m not so much of wondering what’s the real purpose of life, and what purpose is there in the existence of the universe and where’s the beginning and all that. Life goes on and will go on without us knowing, and people can still be happy. All I want to know is that I am doing what I am doing, and believing in what I believe in, for the right reasons. Kind of an existentialist, if you will. Because I want to… because I feel compelled to… because I love it (my life, my beliefs) and all that it represents… and not because I’m afraid of not doing so.
This post has been half a year in the works, a compilation of excerpts from my emails to friends, online conversations, and some of my own, fresh thoughts. It has been a difficult journey up to this point, one beset by countless challenges from all sides, concerned friends and family, debates, emotions, uncertainty and fear. But I’m glad the journey has brought me here. Here… where I feel liberated. I feel free.