12 Minute Blog about God.

I was thinking about God today, and religion in general, due to a discussion in my class with some rather closed-minded individuals. I think there is a mentality in people these days that we live in some sort of end-time, or more accurately, the end of history. We study history and know/assume so much about it that we forget that we are still actively creating history and 2000 years down the road people will be studying us.

My professor made a simple statement along the lines of " the old myths of Greek God's like Persephone and Demeter" I though to myself, "How would a man living in the Greek world, fully living in the popular beliefs of the time feel if he overheard someone refer to his god as a myth?" I bet he'd be pretty pissed.

I am not a believer in God, or a specific God. I can't profess that there isn't one, but I know nothing of his nature. I think it will be interesting in hundreds or thousands of years when the people, or reigning intelligent beings of that time, refer to this era and say things like "the myth of God, or the Myth of Jesus, or Mohamed" by that time I imagine people will believe something completely different than what we believe now, and will consider our beliefs silly, yet still be caught up in their beliefs not being silly, when even further civilizations will believe the same of them.

I don't think that we ever really get any closer to truth, merely continue to change what truth is.



ON a similar note. My friend pointed out the other night that evolution is still occuring and that humans evolved from what used to be single celled organisms. When you look at life millions of years down the road humans will no longer be humans. Whenever I think of human evolution I just think, "oh, there will be even more intelligent humans" but more than likely humans will diverge as other creatures have and possibly become multiple races of varyingly intelligent/strong individuals. What will humanity have changed into in 100 million years? I'm rooting for wings. I vote humans start living in high places and forming a battle ritual in which the loser falls off said high thing. I imagine after millions and millions of this year people will grow wings out of necessity. Lets do it, if we put our minds to it our great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren can have wings.