I've just sat on my hands to avoid posting what I really think. Let me explain.
I'm not a religious person. I think this is it, it's the only chance we get and it doesn't really matter. There won't ever be a final judgment on anything, and instead all things will pass. I will die, you will die, everyone will. The planet will die, and that's it for us. There are others out there that will have experienced all this before us, and there will be those that will have to wait.
But none of it matters because there is no sentient being to compare us, nothing that separates one disaster from the other. This is it.
Yet, not everyone believes what I do. They think--they know, or at least they say they do--there is a supreme being, an all-powerful being able to decide who gets to continue and who doesn't, and they remain just as convinced as I am.
Some, like Hannah, post about it here, and I get this mad, mad urge to reply in kind. I'm good with words. I know what to say and what to write. I'm really, really quick that way. There's so much I can say, some of it most likely more than a little bit hurtful for no other reason than that I know how to. Words that hurt, words that divide. Words that can so very easily produce what I feel like doing.
Very often they come to me instantly, and I have to sit on my hands because I know deep inside that there's no point posting them because all that will happen is that they will hurt. Maybe hurt bad. And I don't actually want that.
But here is the thing: I think--and correct me if I'm wrong--these celebrations of a god also come instantly. They are a way to channel a feeling, output something instantly or very nearly so. Something like what I do when I react, only I don't have that initial feeling. So why shouldn't I post what I think? Why shouldn't I simply react?
I don't know the answer.