Wednesday, February 25, 2015

A Joseph Story

So I have a moral dilemma that keeps creeping up on me... I do not know if I handled the situation well or not. I do not know if I did the right thing... So here is the story:

A few years ago, I re-met a high school friend that introduced me to a new group of friends (all related through various.. party activities.. such as clubs and drugs).  In a time span of three months I visited a dozen houses of random potheads and drug-addicts.  Half were notably good places to relax and hang out, the other half tend to have their own stories of drama.  One being a girl who's mother was also her sister... She was a pretty girl, but, no thank you to associating with that household! The main hang-out would be an apartment in a shady neighborhood who's tenant worked as a manager for a group of web-designers; which sounds lucrative but its more of a free-lance thing. His family actually paid for the apartment.  He was a nice guy though, tried very hard to be good, which would end up with him being taken advantage of by his friends, regularly.

For every knuckle headed stoner, there were an intellectual or 'awakened' fellow among them.  I mingled with the group and got a long with the majority of them. I recall one particular man named Daniel who was studying psychology; he was very intellectual and debated well. If the entire experience with this group of friends meant anything to my life it was because I was able to associate with this man. However I fear the behavior of the group would take the better part of him down a few notches.. And there was one other notable fellow - whom our story involved intimately; Joseph.

I became really good buddies with Joe. Hung out all the time, talked a lot. And the other groovy people joined us often to discuss religion, philosophy, metaphysics, spirituality, etc, etc. We covered all the meta-topics of reality from animals to the universe.  Joe and I bounded based on shared beliefs more than anything else.  I was at his house every other day and I would be giving him rides to his needed destinations as often as I was available. He didn't work and was rather lazy to find work, but, I saw him as a good person so I gave him a hand when I could; meals, drinks, etc. I had no worries with spending money for him.

At one point I loaned him my tablet, because he didn't have a laptop or PC or smartphone. Call it first world sympathy.. Everyone should have some type of internet access! And it was fine, we hung out all the time, I used it when I needed it. He would bring it with him everywhere constantly, so I felt safe with him having it.  The tablet was a gift from my brother on Christmas.  I had my laptop and iphone so I didn't need to lug around a third piece of equipment all the time; the loan to Joe was nothing to me.  Until, after a few months, I wanted it back.

We were at the usual apartment hanging out and Joe wasn't there, which was odd.  I had told him the previous day to bring my tablet because I needed it for my vacation; didn't want to carry mt laptop onto a cruise ship.  I called and was ignored, no big deal, I'll see him the next day. We all hung out and partied like usual.

The next day I call and he seems dodgy "yeah I am busy today" again I think nothing of it, because he has been a good friend. But after two days I ask my friend, the one whom introduced me to the group, what was going on... after tireless neglect to answer me directly, I sherlock holmes him into confessing Joe has in fact broken my tablet.  We called Joe to have a discussion.  Joe said sorry and that he would fix it, I said it's okay I will fix it and you will pay me when ever you can.  Joe insisted he would fix it and would return it.  I said no problem, let's have fun now and we did. I believe we went to a club that night.

The following few days I wanted a follow-up on my tablet's condition; as though it were my hurt baby. Joe was again dodgy to give me specific details.

Another meeting was necessary...

"Joe, what happened to my tablet?"
"Somebody stole it the other day..."
"Was that after or before you were getting it fixed?"
"After it was fixed someone took it from my bad." He said lying to my face.
"Well, man, I am sorry but you have to help me pay for a new one. That was a gift from my brother and he is asking where it is..."
"Yeah man! Of course, I feel so bad having your tablet stolen.."
"Okay man, I know money is hard for you right now so just pay half and no worries, 100 dollars is all I want, okay?"
"Yes, thank you Nick! That is more than fair."

The next few weeks were a series of soft-harassment phone calls.

"Dude please just ask your parents for the money? Tell them what happened they will understand."
"Okay I will"

But then a few more days will pass with no response to my calls or text messages...

I went to his house, he seemed scared...

"Joe, give me 75 dollars, give me 50 dollars, give me something.... You borrowed my tablet for 6 months, got to it broken and stolen and all I am asking is for half, and now less than half for what it originally cost. That isn't very rude of me to do!"

"I know Nick but I don't have the money."

I began to think I was shit out of luck...

It was then another week later I saw Joe with a brand new Iphone 4S. I didn't make any outstanding comments, I merely again asked for the money that was owed to me... He said sorry, again, and that he didn't have it. 

Now many of you would think 'take the phone and hold it until he pays' or 'ask how he got a phone but didn't pay you back'. Well I don't know what kind of road I took but instead I decided to no longer be his friend instead... As if that would show him...

So, that was that, we were no longer friends.. I didn't hang out with him or the group of friends.. Because they did nothing to encourage Joe to pay me back either. Lousy beatniks.. Never having real jobs but always enough to get high and have fun... In fact, it was my experience with these dead-beats that encouraged me to actually get my life moving forward.  For two years I have told all my friends and family how I wanted to teach English abroad. And watching these stoners do nothing with their lives while debating how the world is so messed up, I couldn't stand to end up even partly like them. Yes some were smart and intelligent, but they were also lazy and unmotivated to do anything genuine with their lives.  I gave up hanging out with the group after a year of party-exploits and crude adventures.

Fast forward a few months I am getting ready to leave for Indonesia to begin my teaching.  To prepare for the trip I was getting vaccinations, dentist work and paper work filed.  One day after having my wisdom tooth pulled out, my friend was driving me to his house to hang out. 

I saw Joe at a bus stop. 

It all just fires in my brain "DO SOMETHING" - my friend knew the story of what happened and I said "dude that's the guy, let me out, I will walk from here."  He said "don't do anything stupid I will be waiting."  I get out of the car in the middle of the street and walk up to him. He sees me. He is nervous.

"Hey Joe! How you been man?"
"Good" One word response indicated extreme nervousness, like I was about to attack him.
"Oh cool you got your phone, can I see?"
He hands it to me. At which point I decided to instantly slam the phone screen first into the ground and walk away. I turn back a half-second to see him examine the phone.  I didn't know if I broke it but I walked towards my friend's house.  My heart was racing, I never did something like that before.."

I told my friend and he didn't really respond.

I was curious if his phone was in fact broken so I called a friend of mine who associated with Joe still.  He indicated that Joe has not posted on Facebook for a few days and there was no answer with his phone. I had surly broken his phone.

Yet, I didn't and do not know how to feel:

On one hand I feel even for the mistrust, dishonesty and shady behavior he expressed towards me when I tried to be a good friend to him.  On the other hand maybe I should of allowed 'karma' or his own conscious to take care of the 'revenge' and guilt he should have felt.

I do not know if what I did was 'right', but I also do not feel entirely 'wrong'.  It is a mixed bag.

I am definitely not happy about my decisions and maybe that should tell me something. What do you think? Did I do the right action, what would of been a better one if not?

As far as posting this testimony online I have no fear of ramifications.  If the other part decided make legal actions, I would happily oblige, granted his potential theft of my tablet was noted. Also, I am in Thailand now, and will probably be out of the country for several years. 

So, whether what I did was right or not, and while I am not happy, if Joe ever reads this:

"You got what you deserved fuck face."

My Problem Free Life

I believe this is the song I listened to when I began writing this paper: Courage to Grow - Rebelution (

Between my close family, closest friends and myself we all have agreed that there are problems and Real Problems.

A Real Problem is a divorce with a spiteful wife that wants full custody and the house. A Real Problem is losing your house because you can't make the mortgage. Going bankrupt because your credit is unrecoverable. Not having money to feed your family - or just your family and not yourself. A mental disorder that is effecting normalcy. Being financially poor and homeless. Can't find a job after months of intense searching. Obesity related health issues. Young adult taking care of younger brothers and/or sisters. Family's racist but love the other race anyways. Abusive parents or spouse. Do not love the arranged partner for you. Lack of personal reflection leading to anger and violence. Strong alcoholism. Fear of rape; experiences and/or frequency of sexual abuse.

Any issue that involve more than a mentality shift but some form of effort, strain, stress and/or physical shift, are examples of Real Problems. Situations beyond a personality adjustment (while always useful) to resolve the problem, and requires a series of actions that exploit the current situation for the better of oneself. Exploit is necessary to say; need to find the soft/weak areas and strengthen, conquer, and/or just remove them from the situation until the problem finds resolution (or gets closer to a resolution). If the problem is something a little, or a lot, of self reflection can resolve - it's not real.
Example: If you are under 25 years old (most likely) your boyfriend/girlfriend problems are not real. Easily resolved with open communication or separation. There are billions of fish in this ocean. S/he cheated on you and your heartbroken for years? Not a real problem. You're the problem. If there was a supercomputer built tomorrow and instructed to map out the instructions for resolving all the worlds problems ... Hungry people and diseases and pollution - are way higher on the list. Much higher than love disputes of the young.. Move on. Time heals all wounds. Forgive but never forget.

Exception: If the significant other is abusive – get a restraining order, move away, shut them out, etc. An abusive boyfriend/girlfriend is a real problem, but an easier one to solve (usually).

Example2: Those adults with whom experience a mid-life crisis... Try exploring what you always wanted to explore, while being open to others (especially close friends) about it. It's when we bottle up we make terrible decisions. And finding balance is not just an internal thing. Our friends (and all people) are external and involved with your inner self. A mid-life crisis is not a Real Problem. Nor are *most* of the issues that follow. Usually any issue illuminated during a mid life crisis had a small part in the bottling up; if Jung is considered, it's the lack of balancing (seeking our shadow) that tips the scale too far and causes anxious disorder in our psyche in life (the mid life crisis). And if you so happen to make Real Problems from your mid-life crisis, well, sorry.

You do not have to be 45 to experience a "mid life" crisis. But the idea is the same - most "crisis" are not real problems. Because exploring of the self is a possible cure. If not? Extra meditation is needed. No time? I guess there is really no crisis then.

For myself: besides an outstanding college debt - in which I'm fortunate to have a supporting father and mother help me pay for - I, as your critical author, have no Real Problems. A hefty debt is something of a real problem - the severity ranges from mild to harsh; borrowing from friends and family then having them disappointed in you, to borrowing from a bank then facing legal actions.

Here are some of my problems:
  • I'm tormented by the advice of the 'sages' .... "Fuck everything while young"while still desiring monogamous relationships
  • Just starting the challenge of pursuing my goal to build a teaching career while traveling South East Asia (currently Thailand); the problems exist in where future permanence exist
  • Most of my students want to date me...
  • I miss my dogs in The States while I am teaching abroad
  • The main thing I miss from home is hot water pressure, and Taco Bell
  • Hard for me to be aware of all foreign cultures and often take offense to situations – and - sometimes offend another by mistake
  • I enjoy removing my own scabs and can't seem to quit the habit
  • Struggle to find motivation to write more, and as often as I can
  • Struggle to find motivation to continue my formal education
  • Highly functional psychopathic, yet creative, personality
  • Constantly attempt to read people's personalities
  • I always have enough to be happy but keep wanting more anyways; not in a greedy way, but in a way that makes me never feel 'good enough'
  • I can't say I have Real Problems
If at any point you suggest any of these listed are Real Problems. I'll tell you there is something really wrong with you. I'm a forth coming judgmental person; I've known this about myself for a long time and have explored it rather than assume I need to change it. And while I seem hard and aggressive at times, my intentions are the contrary; I only seek to enlighten others. I know my life is great and I am lucky to be able to love it. It's my responsibility to make sure others do the same, even if they do not welcome my perseverance - and project insecurity onto my efforts. That's why I write; to find balance in my own insecurities.

I'm no one to say I am all wise but I would lie if that is not my favorite compliment to receive; "you have an old soul." Nor am I anywhere near being an angel, but I would like to see others be holy and in heaven, even if I need to sink to hell to push them up. I can take a lot of mental angst and anxiety - but I can't stand to think others have it or suffer from it. A burden and personality disorder of my own self doing - I'm not at all surprised by my psychopathic status. Yet, I will take a thousand disorders in my mind to resolve just one: how to bring true happiness to the world (how selfish to think the world is not happy... I know); “What is true happiness?” I doubt when my problems are resolved there will be a lack of new ones. I doubt if I find happiness I will see it and grasp it with ease. I doubt I'll be happier with no problems. No struggles. No anxiety. I don't think people will be better with no stress, I think they will be happier exploring their stress while always reflecting on their self.

Your self is relative and you end up being the final judge on who exactly that self is... Which is a subjective process trying to be objective. So reflecting on it is like swimming in the ocean. You need practice to do better and to not drown when you're in there for a long time. And to be ready for a storm. You get ready by preparing for them - expecting the unexpected. You need to think about how you been slammed up against a rock during a storm, and how it might happen again, while not being afraid of it happening and not thinking it WILL happen. If you never been slammed but seen others get slammed, that's even more important to think about. To learn from their mistakes to better handle the ones you will make.

While my problems are not "real" they represent my personhood, even my personality. Real Problems are better resolved when the personality is bettered by the person driven to improve their self and their situations - and worsened by those not driven; that goes for the aspects or traits of personality (we have all the traits in different variations). Personality and intelligence are interchangeable here - what you know helps you and if you look to learn more you become more in your actions (- applied intelligence). You can learn and be smart but if you're scared to try to succeed you will come up short. If you have a real problem and are actively using the internet to help resolve it, then you are using your mind correctly (being smart) and this is often a personality choice; the self motivation to get the knowledge you need to improve the situations. Not just with internet; social circles, support groups, close friends and friends, etc. Yourself is what you do to be better than yourself. If you are never improving yourself, you're a zombie, you're the living dead - useless but trying to 'use'.

I once googled "how to change the world" - all the quotes, articles, books, blogs, etc. said pretty much the same thing "you have to change yourself first" - well it's true so try to change more, because this world is in trouble.

Identifying real and not-so-real-problems may help a lot of you whom are "stuck in your head" by thinking A. "How do others handle this problem?" And what do they do about it? And B. "Others have it worse" --- in that circuit of reasoning you will find the meaning of peace; others. Peace for self is selfish if no desire to share it.

Aristotle and his secondary happiness; political actions meant to aid and assist others will provide happiness. As there is no real primary happiness - it just depends on the individual. But we all want it. Even the serial killer is looking out for his/her own interest - a staple for happiness; the selfish self. A degree of selfishness is required but never should one with no real problems be so selfish as to not wan to change the world. And then those with real problems whom still take time to want to make the world a better place, may be stronger than they know.

I don't have Real Problems; I'm privileged. But I'm aware of those privileges and it makes me think I need to take advantage of what is offered to me (at least a little) or else they are wasted. The opportunities given from the degree of privilege you have in life - should be exploited for the good.. What a loose and vague concept that guides my rationale of this paper.

How am I good if I think bad thoughts about small issues and ignore the really bad [bigger issues]? How am I good to myself, and how am I good to those who are not myself?
(You are others - primarily - your happiness depends on the support of the primary)
No real problems? How can I not be happy?

Do you have Real Problems, or just some problems?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


I went for a new visa in Penang, Malaysia on a Sunday - suppose to be two days of travel - thinking to return on Tuesday. I traveled in a mini van, which is normal, and while at the border I borrow a cigarette from a very attractive and tall young woman; her name is Heidi. She was leaving and reentering Thailand for her 'multiple entry visa' and didn't realize she just had to leave and reenter. She was annoyed with that, but, whatever not my problem. I thought she was odd and assumed she was a person whom desired large amounts of freedom... In other words - a hipster. We exchanged information to hang out while we stayed in Penang. We search for a hostel and hotel together; I am a fugal guy, I just need a bed and a place to leave my bag during the day but she is interested in a single room for herself. We find me a hostel and she goes to find herself a hotel. The first night was casual. I bought beer and shared it with the young man who was working at the hostel. His name was Alex and is from Pakistan. Good, smart and kind guy.

So the next day I go to consulate but it is closed on Tuesday - and now have to leave Wednesday. Met two backpackers, one from New Jersey, America and the other from Denmark. They offered to have a drink later that night, but that will not happen. Heidi messaged me during the day, and I was pretty pissed off I had to spend more time in Penang... But she was nice and wanted to talk more. So she came by the hostel and we bought some beer and talked for a while. Turns out she is a drama-filled lesbian with stories of both tragedy and stupidity. However I still thought she was nice, so we drank more. Below is the recap of the night we spent together. It is written on my phone, drunk, from 3 to 4 a.m while walking drunk (errors in spelling corrected later):
Lesbian and I got drunk in hostel before nightly venture. Went out. Spent 200 ringgit in total. Lesbian got stupid drunk kept trying to fondle and convince girls to sleep with her. Fondled at least three women. Embarrassing. She then got too drunk went to club and danced. Sits down with man. Man begins to fondle her. I told bartender to cut her off. He says no. I ask bouncer to kick her out, he says no. I ask bouncer if she attacks me or gets loud will you kick her out. He suggest that is something he can do for me. Man continues to fondle her. She kisses him. She can't even sit straight. "No more drinks, we are leaving." She fights me. She hits me. We are escorted out. She walks out, I follow her to taxi area, and she sits with "friends" - then, man from bar approaches me. The fondler. He ask me where I come from and says "this is my country" in angry tone I said "I don't care that's my friend. I'm not afraid of you" I walk a little bit away to sit down. He comes towards me, I stand up, ready, and shakes my hand and says "if you need anything when you come back to town you ask me." I don't respond and stare him down, ready. I tell the friends which is her hotel, she tells me to leave her alone, I yell at her "I'm trying to protect you and you're angry at me you dumb shit - I came out with you I need to make sure you go home too" and nodded to the friends and left on foot to hostel.
As walking home a man pulls over and I think he is going to help me get home. I show him hostel business card and he says "oh, no know where is...."
"Okay no problem thanks anyway"
"you want dick suck?"
"By you?"
He stares in agreement
"Get out of here!" as I pointed forward.
Beyond the fact I was just offered to have my dick suck like a drive thru window; "are you still serving cocks?" - by a man. I couldn't stop thinking about how most Malaysians in this city speak much better than "want dick suck?"
Walked for hour, lost, to find hostel... Go to bed with a hundred mosquito bites.
Continue written record of following day:
I wake up next day, after 3 hours of sleep, staring with half open eyes at my dorm mate - I asked "what did you guys do last night" he responds "we got penanged" I think for a moment, I'm really tired and my eyes are slowly shutting and I say softly "that's funny" - hearing that anal rape story of despair sounded better than sleeping. I got up.
Got up to hear their story of serving underage girls drinks (to their ignorance), among a hipster lesbian and entourage, among other tragic tales... I'll let them tell their tale themselves! Essentially, two people from New Jersey, America (myself included) and one from Copenhagen, Denmark, were Penanged.
As though united by a mission to make the next day less tragic, we went out there together...
The followings day summarized:
  • ate little or terribly or nothing
  • rented bikes
  • drove to beach
  • peer pressured Kevin to eat small fish
  • key broke in bike ignition
  • we travel down the road taking turns as passenger on second bike, and eat
  • borrow and use pliers to turn bike on
  • drive back in haste to return bike before has tank emptied
  • one of us gets into accident (same bike as broken key)
  • injured party (Kevin) received superficial wounds and a bruised rib
  • man had post-surgery glasses on face from recent laser eye surgery
  • blamed our friend for accident
  • wrote our shared testimony and reported to police station
  • all before 4 pm
  • projected nightly activity - drink hard alcohol
  • long hours of police station, and a selfish nap
  • went out for food
  • played a card game at restaurant
  • from Fred and Kevin's night met the same lesbian hipster and entourage, drank and smoked hookah (hashish)
  • smoked some marijuana (it was free, best part of night)
  • Nick's only pair of slippers (flip flops) breaks
  • had ridiculous dance ritual before bed
Official statement: Penanged
Exerts from the day:
"I totally get what Penanged meant from the beginning; it's a play on words for anal rape."
A moments pause
"Yeah, yeah it has been"

Light smiles on faces
"It's anal sex but the only lube is from your tears"
"What a horrific, yet, accurate description. What an awkward position it is... Looking Penang in the eye while getting penetrated with no lubricant and having to flex forward to cry on your cock..."

"The meal is paid for, they took my credit card. We didn't get Penanged for this meal"
"Don't say that I'm not done eating yet"

"Its it's own sort of entity"


Touches rib cage on Nicholas whom is big boned "this is the most intense thing I've done in a while"

"This is my high dance"
A foreshadow of two high and tired and drunk men to later dance on green mats at our hostel.
To finish off Penanged:
Following morning I walk barefoot to mall and bank and see a shoe box. Kick it open to find no shitty pair of shoes to take. Keep walking. Bank says I need passport. Passport is at embassy until 2pm. Walk back to hostel. Eat with the guys to say good bye. Walk into left side mirror of a truck. The last group Penang before the two went to the ferry. Sincere hugs exchanged; new friends from tragedy. I go to hostel, friend of owner drives me to embassy - takes two hours. Rush to catch van. Tell them to wait. Go to bank says "you need your father to add your middle name on form" - "are you serious?!" I take paper, crumbled it and run to van. No more money in my pocket. Two others in van with me. We get stopped by police, they want bribe money. We go through border and then begin to talk about my bare situation. Older man - offers to feed me and make sure I am okay to keep going home. I say no but thank you. Seemed disappointed. Other was a girl who gave me 100 baht to buy shoes. I felt bad - she was dating a man from Penang and thought it was serious... He definitely has multiple girlfriends that visit every 6 months or so - it was her second encounter with him.... I said "be careful" I know because no one drives away from a loved one as fast as he did.
---- luck finally changes ----
I make it for last van back home. Military stops van, I am in front seat. Ask me where I am from and what am I doing here; America and teacher. Three of them smile big smiles. One shakes my hand and thanks me. We go. Van drops me down street of home. Half way home my thai-brother sees me and picks me up.
Tell my story to our thai-brother (mutual friend) so he can translate for everyone. He can't - laughs too hard.

What turned into an easy 2 day trip to get a visa mutated into 2 nights of anal rape. Good times.

Apologies for making 'rape' into a joke; it's not funny. Unless it's a city metaphorically penetrating you.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Transhumanist Dialogue between an ignostic transtheist, a gnostic theist, and an agnostic atheist

AA - Agnostic Atheist, IT - Ignostic Transtheist, GT - Gnostic Theist

AA: "...But transhumanism already assumes there is no god except the man made meme people are warped in believing by corrupt religious leaders and misunderstood interpretation over the centuries."

IT: "No it assumes that is what is wrong with modern religions, not the conclusion there is no God. Merely, that the inquiry involved should be expanded and improved. What is God? What does it mean that God created us? How do we know if that means there is a plan? And not just an origin?

The idea of "ancient aliens" interrupting natural evolution for slaves to clones to experiments. Why not? Could make sense of the old religions. Makes you think.. Why don't people question God more than tell people to believe in God? Just talk to me about how you feel about the topic... I'll tell you how everyone, even those who talk about not believing In a God, feel similar about the topic.

It's a matter of questioning ones morality often as well. A topic no stranger to neo-atheist I may add."

GT: "I don't feel that label is appropriate to general the movement of atheism today, I think it is merely collective conscious at work. It just so happens to be more populated by atheist right now. I often feel the same ways about science and how it is connected with understanding the nature of God. My faith is what matters. I don't think it's misguided because I reject creation but still believe in a designer. A long term plan set in motion... No such way to know the absolute plenty for the wrong actions we do... Except by how we as humans measure them. We have laws because we are not entirely sure a murderer will suffer internally for his crimes, but rejoice in them. Gods will? Unlikely. We choose to ignore such a will. I try hard to figure out what Gods will could be for humanity's part in the cosmos... I don't see how others could be so jaded to so many topics when they just need to believe in God.

I don't mean that fundamentalist mainstream crap... If their not acting like their respective religious leaders acted.. They are hypocrites. Muslims seem to be the exception if infidels are related to a biblical style God - a judgment machine.

The judgment was made. We choose to not commit to the sentence to repay our part."

AA: "Has to be the worst argument for God ever, but it's still rather beautiful to believe and see no harm in that. In fact, if all theist thought that way I would never want to be an atheist. The matter of the fact is the common idea of a God is anthropomorphized like crazy, and then loved for being like a human - God gets to be jealous and angry, but we shouldn't? But are anyways? What kind of resolution happens when you decide to never be a hypocrite? How much of yourself do you have to stop being?

The depiction of God in literary terms is an expression of humanity in fictional terms.

We are better off campaigning the dismissal of such thinking than the expansion. They are not founded on transcendental principles, anymore, they are practiced on believing in the people who created, in the first place, and reciting them, not necessarily acting out, their principles is enough to find metaphysical sanctuary. A mental state that is so secure in of it self, that the self is never explored properly but in the predispositions of comfort-consciousness. Or whatever. I find this philosophy boring.. The fact we dismiss or avoid thinking about how we culturally behave, and concern more about religion, that is also a big turn off from socializing with theist. The inability to question. On the topic: God as it stands will not benefit the future of humanity. For reasons that are exponential to me - but fuzzily discussed on my turn."

IT: "While I agree the standard understanding of God shared among fundamentalist and extremist as being an image of judgment, and potentially what clouds them from actually expanding their thoughts on God. I think that is the battle above the fact of a Gods existence is understanding how everyone else believes or thinks about God. No questioning, no benefits from the faith. Believing God set a plan an out it forth is fine. Yet, what actions do you take to bring humanity forward? Do you just preach or do you act? How do you do both?

And questioning everyone's individual interpretation of God is monumental to that. But also bringing there connection with their projection of God along with your own projection of "the divine." I mean atheist get pretty excited defeating a "theist" what ever that means these days.. In a logical argument. Seems like they project that quality on their personal philosophies - which happens to be shared. Rather than try to defeat them... Tell them how you feel when you think about you "God" your idea of what a "all good creator" would have in mind and how you try to be that. Just use the vocabulary and semantics that won't offended them... Saying "God is bullshit" does more dissonance than "God is knowledge" - try it out. I mean, as long as they question their self once, that's all that matters right?

I don't think the belief of God is going away any time soon - might as well adapt at a higher frequency or be a rebel and say "fuck God" but your just good to socially push yourselves into a group like you are not.. Eventually be a new age religion. Plus you can't know either way, why be so certain? Why be so concerned, to label yourself atheist!?

Such is a movement towards "God" that is a collective awareness.. I mean "spiritual but no religious" is a thing now. I think God and religion are in the pudding of humanity. Better off taste testing than hanging the recipes. Know how to be a snob about God in a sense. Heh."

GT: "The movement of "atheism" is no more than the innate moral desires of a generation acting against the prior generations actions due to the immortality of them in retrospect. Shit, plenty of reason to literally turn from God. But you can't, these decisions to do such were already known but ignored to be satisfied and seek pleasure. Desire is sin... But not for practical needs.. But for needs that are based on how we believe "we are the best" - this is the evil in our minds we brighten out with thoughts of God. A killer still has his best interest in heart; we all share such a quality, but he is wrong to prevent others from being able to have their own interest at heart. It's a sin, it's an evil because the killer prevented that person from becoming a killer. Which I know sounds weird but think about it - Someone who kills was still trained to be a person in a society. Perhaps sins are social as well as individual. But not sins, the behavior to make them. God in us all mean we are all God. To harm one anther harms God. Religions need to bare their most ancient roots once again. Not break them and un pluck them. Gods message is within the shared ideas of the religions
I don't think atheist will make a new religion but definitely get to the point of making a larger impact on religions and making "atheist" an option. Like Christian atheist. What they should do is better be able to understand the religions than their respective practitioners, understand more about Protestant history than a Protestant, for example, to teach them..

The answers were given a thousand times now. Looking for them besides in the obvious place is foolish; holy books are such for a reason, just read and compare them all. the answers won't make you a better person though, remembering what they can't answer will. Oh and definitely actions speak louder than words."

AA: "Yes and many believe in the words of the bible and Koran are literal..."

IT: "Don't be foolish not all of them but literalism is definitely a concluding point."

GT: "Agreed; whether you choose to believe in God or not, question that belief and choose to. And if I may say one more sentence following this one."

IT: "Too late, ha, but you can wrap it up"

AA: "Yes"

GT: "God existence shouldn't be a reason to be a good human, being a good human is enough to be one with God and to feel God's existence."

AA: "Taken multidimensional-ly, I agree in the sense of consciousness and collective human awareness, we tend to need others to be ourselves. Just don't need to use the word... Just say nature I guess .."

IT: "Morality is the thread that ties together human nature."