Death? What is the problem with death? Who even knows what death is? Death is a problem, perhaps, if you see it as a problem. I see it as a question. I don't WANT to die, right now, but it isn't because death is a problem, it's because I enjoy life and I'm not great with change. I don't happen to see that as a problem- it's more a state of just being.
Lots of gods in lots of mythologies claim to raise people from the dead, and lots of mortals have journeyed to the land of the dead and come back, or wrestled with death. Know your mythology. Religions change names but the claims remain the same- some sort of afterlife, if you do XY and Z. Do I want that? I don't know. Who is going to be there? The folks that believe in your God tend to be judgmental, and cruel, like your God, there are many I do not like. I do not want to hang out with them for eternity. That is my idea of Hell.
As for Christ rising from the dead- who knows? I don't believe it, but if you do, I don't have a problem with that. Unless you go around lecturing people who don't believe it.
Life is not a railway track and there are no trains on it, for me, anyway. Life is a river, a stream of moments, discrete? Not discrete? I don't know. I am in the river- I cannot know what it is to not be in the river, but I can imagine not being in the river. I can see that my river is like no one else's- I can see this because people say things about life- you for example- that I cannot comprehend. I cannot comprehend how to pick one God from many and say THIS is the GOD for ME. That is so foreign to me, you might as well tell me to stick my finger in a light socket and tell me to pretend I'm not going to be electorcuted- I simply cannot do it. I cannot even imagine doing it. |
