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I have disowned God

I have disowned God. Yes, I do not need God. I don't say I believe or disbelieve in the existence of God, because I don't care. It may seem the height of arrogance and ego to be telling this. But I do not think most of us who pray to God do so because of a respect for his powers or goodness... Most of us pray because we would want a good job, beautiful spouse, and good life. I don't think we get them by praying to God, if the saying that everything is pre-ordained is true. We can not change what is bound to happen by praying to God. Then praying to God for granting wishes is useless, because it cannot happen. I don't need God because praying to him neither gives me mental peace, nor grants my wishes. I don't need a placebo. I don't need an imaginary straw to clutch when I am drowning, I need a real one. Human beings are real straws to each other.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 22, 2010 at 8:37 PM

    Haven't you heard, "God is Dead" (Nietzsche). Most people believe in god just because their parents do so. I don't think it would make one bit of difference to it, if a child is brought up without such a belief.

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