kane
Student
- Jun 26, 2020
- 171
I'm not a traditionally religious person. I find most arguments for atheism to be convincing. But I do have an extremely guilty conscience. And when I search myself to try and figure out why I haven't exited yet, one thing that repeatedly comes up is a terror at the possibility of there being something beyond this life. The thought of being judged, punished, tormented - it seems to keep me clinging on no matter how much pain I'm in here. It's not even a specific vision of hell that grips me - it's the unknown. It could be physical torture, or simply being left alone for an eternity to torment myself with regret. But I fear that I have it coming - that the other shoe will finally drop. I feel I may be one of the few people who genuinely deserve hell. Even though the thought of eternal punishment for any crime doesn't seem rationally justified to me - I feel I deserve it. Not going into what I've done here, but it is seriously bad.
This fear doesn't seem to be strong enough to prompt me to confess my sins, and submit to justice in this life, Crime and Punishment style. Or even to prompt me to truly reform myself, in hopes of ameliorating it. But it does seem to be a block to preparing for a peaceful exit. Although I know I'll have to face it eventually, I can't imagine intentionally jumping into that unknown unless facing something equally terrifying in this life.
I think Hamlet captures something of this instinct:
'Who would bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from where no traveler returns
Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?'
Of course, it could all be the elaborate rationalization of a primate brain that would very much like to continue it's own survival and the possibility of it's replication. But I can't seem to shake it, no matter how many times I remind myself of the absurdity of traditional religious logic.
This fear doesn't seem to be strong enough to prompt me to confess my sins, and submit to justice in this life, Crime and Punishment style. Or even to prompt me to truly reform myself, in hopes of ameliorating it. But it does seem to be a block to preparing for a peaceful exit. Although I know I'll have to face it eventually, I can't imagine intentionally jumping into that unknown unless facing something equally terrifying in this life.
I think Hamlet captures something of this instinct:
'Who would bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from where no traveler returns
Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?'
Of course, it could all be the elaborate rationalization of a primate brain that would very much like to continue it's own survival and the possibility of it's replication. But I can't seem to shake it, no matter how many times I remind myself of the absurdity of traditional religious logic.