tell me all your thoughts on god
2007-06-23 - 1:30 a.m.
Sir#1: ...
Sir#2: dude you scared the shit outta me, didnt see you standin there man...
Sir#1: ...
Sir#2: whasup?
Sir#1: ...you know what clouds are?
Sir#2: ...big fluffy things in the sky...i guess?
Sir#1: electomagnetic disturbances. you know what brains are?
Sir#2: ...
Sir#1: same thing.
Sir#2: ...
Sir#1: lightning is god's way of thinking, one thought to another, making connections, analysing this and that. thunder, then, is a side effect, the voice of reason. telling a tale of centuries, of slow, methodic pondering. so tell me...what is wind?
Sir#2: im guessin', wind is a wisper in the trees. thats god, speakin' to you, when you aint got nothin' left. when you wont listen to nothin' and no one else. when you cant find the power to move, all you can do is sit there and listen. wind blows.
Sir#1: maybe...maybe i dont believe in god.
there was this girl, of two days. ill call her marissa. maybe that was her name, maybe it wasnt. but like a light in a tunnel, i saw what could be. just like that job in whiteplains and that apartment in manhattan that i never got. different paths. it would have been nice, but it wasnt to be. maybe, after four years of not having anyone, a two-day girl was exactly what i needed. to give me a reason. to give me a light. i dont claim to know what makes people wake up, what the process is that people go through, when they traverse between the worlds of sleeping and waking. but i do know, it felt like that. and as hard as i try, i cant get back to sleep.
been thinking about joining the military. sign on bonus is enough to cover most of my college debt, i dont see any other way to pay it. i sort of wish i had made more progress, given the money i put into it, but thats in the past now. im not sure if i can compete, with 18 year old punks, fresh out of high school. but i am sure that ive got nothing else going for me. if the army cant give me a reason worth living, im not sure what will.
Sir#1: (playing god) adam! i am lord on high, heed my call and answer!
Sir#2: (playing adam) oh hey, 'sup dude. you wanna beer? *fttpkphphsssshhh*
Sir#1: (playing god) naa, im still stoned from last night dude, we done some shit before, but that shit was the swankbombmackdaddiest...coconuts dude. best bong EVER. so hows that eve chick? shes pretty hawt right? *winknudgewink*
Sir#2: (playing adam) i think shes broken. can you send me another one?
Sir#1: (playing god) whchyoo mean broken? she not doing it for you?
Sir#2: (playing adam) shes all actin' funni...she likes to stroke the animals and climb on trees and shit. i mean, i tried talkin' to her, but its kind of hard to keep a conversation going when i havent even named anything yet. its just, a bit of a language barrier, im sure we'll get to know each other better and...
Sir#1: (playing god) *sigh* look, adam. i dont pay you to chit-chat. i made you so that i could have a population to play with. you and eve are cool shit but i need more than two people kissing my ass. i created you so you could populate the whole damned planet, its been two weeks now and you got bubcus. i want millions of cute little people runnin' around, killin' each other, stealin' shit, exploring the world i made. i want industrial accidents, i want conspiracy theories, i want HBO damnit. i just cant fuckin' wait until one of 'em disobeys me, so i can smoosh em flatter than a pancake...you start breeding NOW, or ill vote both you muthafukas off the island and find some other primates to replace you. keep your "this relationship isnt really what i had in mind" excuses to yourself, i dont wanna hear that shit.
Sir#2: (playing adam) look, im still friggin' bleeding from that rib you -
Sir#1: (playing god) la-la-muthafuckin'-llaAAAAAa, i cant hear you...
i wrote some psuedocode a while back, dated 2005-10-05 on jesbohn.diaryland.com, in which i proved the possiblity of a system in which an all-powerful, all-seeing god, co-exists with beings that have free will. imagine a number between 0 and 1 that if you knew how to read it, would sufficiently describes the entire system of reality. such a number, of course, is always changing, because the state of realitity, the destruction and creation and movement of objects in the universe as we know it, is always changing. now imagine that people (which in the example exist as a combination of numbers from this seemingly endless string) have the ability to change, in a relative sense, other numbers in the system. the god functions then, create_new_reality(generates a number between 0 and 1, which changes the ENTIRE string at once) and print_string(allows a being to "see" the whole number at once), make the user of those functions all-powerful and all-seeing. this is not complicated. nor is it complicated for some section of code to produce a number between 0 and 1, which is then added or subtracted to the current number in a relative sense, and thus we can see it is possible for a set of code to act independantly, even in ways the god-being didnt predict. which is all well and good. but that is not the end of it, because my official statement on the matter is that regardless of whether free will can co-exist with an all-powerful god, free will cannot possibly co-exist with free will.
"a god which is simple enough for our understanding is not complicated enough for our needs." -i dont know who originally said this
