As an autistic, I have a naturally skeptical mind, and always considered every mystery as a puzzle with a practical missing piece. Indeed, I have commence writing a novel to describe how this process, for all its virtue, is an incomplete understanding of the world. Following the death of my father, and especially after my mothers death, I have been witness to impossible coincidences that before, I would have ignored out of my sheer self-absorbed distraction. I have come around to Jungs proof of Gods existence: I do not believe. I know. Of all the great intellects I have admired over the years, and even among the greatest of the non-believers, it was still an open question, or, as in the case of Nietzsche, no trifling matter to be easily set aside where one considers an Earth without a Sun. In a universe ruled by atoms that have only probable existence, and no reality in themselves, Kant, who was a Christian as well as the greatest mind to ever live, was vindicated. All that is left is to dispense with notions of coincidence, and, as Hegel might advise, look for design.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 23:27:52 +0000
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