Irritate the Faithful, Part I

Wrote this back in first term to annoy my religious friend. I'll dig out the second half and upload it later.

It is essential to my sense of self that I believe there is a part of me that is eternally enduring – in the grand scheme of things, my lifespan is of such an insignificant duration that I virtually do not exist at all. Life; meaningless, when viewed on a large scale; on the small scale, all the fun stuff emerges. So by allowing myself vices that may be considered ‘sinful’ I retain my sanity and remain true to my nature – but at all times the consideration of the large scale lurks at the back of my mind. In order to handle such an incomprehensible factor as my own eventual oblivion I must have faith in that part of me that will last the blind eternities – my soul.

False hope, no doubt, but essential nonetheless. However, I would not be so naive as to subscribe to such a mockery of the soul as an organised religion. To pretend that the core aspect of my self is in the hands of a cosmic being that has direct control of every/any aspect of my mortal existence is a blasphemy in itself. The only path to transcendence lies within the confines of my own skull. We are all our own gods – that should be enough. Nor shall I submit to the abomination that is atheism. Trampling on children’s sandcastles and acting like this is a moral obligation is a crime.