I have had a long running spiritual conversation with myself, for over a decade. A massive debate, to be honest.
Some time ago, I decided that gods cannot possibly exist, and even if they did, they couldn’t afford to reveal themselves.
Have you passed a beggar on the street, or at the traffic lights, and done nothing? Doing nothing is a choice swollen with omnipotence. It is, in fact, godly.
And this, you should realise, is the reason why your gods do nothing. Proof of their omniscience.
After all, to act is to announce awful limitations, for it reveals that chance acted first, that accidents are just that — events beyond the will of the gods — and all they can do in answer is to attempt to remedy the consequences, to alter natural ends.
To act, then, is an admission of fallibility. And nobody, not even a god, likes to admit that things are out of their control!
But maybe, just maybe, atheism is also a form of mental self-care. Killing off our gods for the sake of our own sanity, if you will.
By thirty, we have made some of our biggest mistakes. Whether we’re on the road to redemption is something else altogether, but surely we make our biggest mistakes in our twenties.