I guess the only reason I don't believe in God is that because I'm an observational person. God was created to help people believe that there was a beautiful heaven after death to soothe the reality of the struggles here on earth... the universe came from a big bang. There was nothing before it. Was there a God? In the middle of this nothingness? And what is this God? Where did it come from? Just some entity hanging out in a huge black nothingness and one day decided to create life? I believe there was a Jesus. I believe he had disciples. He may have had a dad named God Jones or God Sullivan. However Jesus was only a man-- a popular, well-liked and good intentioned man. A man who, much like all mythological heroes, their stories rooted in life took on huge lives of their own. The universe was created out of a random explosion of nuclear sub atomic power-- a cosmic accident that created this new event called the universe and planets and stars and moons. Through these series of evolutionary events, man and woman were created.

I used to have debates with friends and family all the time about these matters back in my High School and college days and you know I pulled out all the logical arguments I could think of or the smart thoughts I read in books and on and on it went and these conversations went nowhere-- kaput, right on its face and right back where we started. No resolution.  So I stopped debating it. I left it alone. I kept my opinions to myself and didn't question any-ones beliefs or faith.

Over the years I just stopped thinking about it. Life. Work. Children. My own submerged dreams and struggles. So, just last night I was asked about it and suddenly, I had an answer. However my answer was still just a non-answer. I still knew nothing at all. Personally, I don't think a heaven awaits us as our final resting place. When we are dead and buried, we are dead and buried-- part of the earth and to that end our bodies will live on. I hate to think like this but... the spirit probably dies with the body and that's the tragedy-- losing forever so many wonderful spirits. The only good thing that comes of it is that we, the living, can carry on such spirits through memory. Our stories will live on... discussed and who knows, after hundreds of years maybe you... or I... will be hailed as some demigod or saint.

But what the hell do I know? Trump for President haha!