dyanaprajna2011
Dharmapala
So, the last few months I've been going through some sort of existential crisis. I think it's been some sort of mid-life crisis, but I'm not sure.
It started when I began to question whether life had any meaning, particularly objective meaning. I realized that the existentialists were right in that one could give life subjective meaning, but this wasn't good enough; this wasn't what I was looking for. I came to a conclusion- either the world was completely material, and science was the sole arbiter of truth, with logic the only means to gain knowledge, or religion had a place. However, this left me with a paradox-the first option left me with no chance of objective meaning, while the second left me with a rejection, at least in part, of logic. I wasn't happy with either. So I asked myself what the goal of religion was, in a general sense, and the answer to me was transcendence. A transcendence of what? The material world.
While I felt the second option was less depressing, it still left me with questions. Was there a god? How is transcendence gained? The answer to the second question, in my view, starts with morality, which is how we act toward others. This left me in a quandary, as I'm highly cynical, and borderline misanthropic. I have a hard time thinking that the suffering of others, and how I react to that, should somehow be important to me.
So I got stuck again with my choices. I became very depressed, as I felt that religion was only a pipe dream, and lost all hope of finding any objective meaning (which is why I left the forum).
But I couldn't deny all the things I've experienced-supernatural things, spiritual things. I also couldn't help the growing animosity I was feeling toward scientism. Science is great as far as it goes, but I never felt it was the be-all-end-all. Something inside of me was pulling me somewhere, but I wasn't sure where. I did know it was something spiritual. I puzzled over this paradox: either accept physical naturalism, and just keep suffering through a meaningless life, or accept religious transcendence, partly rejecting logic and what I knew to be true, but accept that my apathy toward humankind was going to have to go.
I decided that my cynicism and misanthropy were temporary and based not on any higher truth, but my own displeasure of human immorality. How could I be angry at human immorality while rejecting morality myself? So I found my answer-I would pursue religion. It seemed to me to be better than the alternative, which was causing my depression. But now I faced new problems...
It started when I began to question whether life had any meaning, particularly objective meaning. I realized that the existentialists were right in that one could give life subjective meaning, but this wasn't good enough; this wasn't what I was looking for. I came to a conclusion- either the world was completely material, and science was the sole arbiter of truth, with logic the only means to gain knowledge, or religion had a place. However, this left me with a paradox-the first option left me with no chance of objective meaning, while the second left me with a rejection, at least in part, of logic. I wasn't happy with either. So I asked myself what the goal of religion was, in a general sense, and the answer to me was transcendence. A transcendence of what? The material world.
While I felt the second option was less depressing, it still left me with questions. Was there a god? How is transcendence gained? The answer to the second question, in my view, starts with morality, which is how we act toward others. This left me in a quandary, as I'm highly cynical, and borderline misanthropic. I have a hard time thinking that the suffering of others, and how I react to that, should somehow be important to me.
So I got stuck again with my choices. I became very depressed, as I felt that religion was only a pipe dream, and lost all hope of finding any objective meaning (which is why I left the forum).
But I couldn't deny all the things I've experienced-supernatural things, spiritual things. I also couldn't help the growing animosity I was feeling toward scientism. Science is great as far as it goes, but I never felt it was the be-all-end-all. Something inside of me was pulling me somewhere, but I wasn't sure where. I did know it was something spiritual. I puzzled over this paradox: either accept physical naturalism, and just keep suffering through a meaningless life, or accept religious transcendence, partly rejecting logic and what I knew to be true, but accept that my apathy toward humankind was going to have to go.
I decided that my cynicism and misanthropy were temporary and based not on any higher truth, but my own displeasure of human immorality. How could I be angry at human immorality while rejecting morality myself? So I found my answer-I would pursue religion. It seemed to me to be better than the alternative, which was causing my depression. But now I faced new problems...