Greetings fair ladies and honorable sires!
When I woke up this morning I was struck by an existential question that I came to share with you and I hope that it will initiate an intelligent discussion and consequently an interesting one. One thing has always intrigued me, probably the whole human race too in the course of its short existence, and its is there something after death? Big question, I know! As far as I'm concerned, I can immediately confirm that no, I do not believe in life after death, or at least not in the way that most people conceive it. I am too rational to have the luxury of having some kind or any kind of faith. Faith has become a completely alien concept to my brain. I have no faith in any god, nor in the human race, nor in myself. I know or I don't. Moreover, death is a human concept to explain what cannot and will never be explained. Death does not exist.
That being said, I once believed. I had faith in Jesus our Lord for many years. I talked to him, I asked him things, I prayed and cursed him. I went to church and I questioned some of my actions fearing of His judgment. Shortly, I once was a Christian. All of this ended abruptly when my father died in front of me when I was 12 years old. My faith had already begun to eroded before his death. I lived with him and my mother-in-law and I was partly very, very happy, but on the other hand very, very unhappy too because they often quarreled. I suffered the consequences of course and I did not understand why.
We played a lot with my head after his death, people were not sure how to comfort a child who had lost his father, his model, his hero. I was told things like "he will always be near you", "he sees you right now", "he is so proud of you", "he is good where he is", "he has stopped suffering", "he will always walk beside you", and so on. Nice crap. That may have been the biggest contributor to me losing faith definitely because ... for **** sake where the hell was my father? I looked for signs, I sought God, but I never found anything. Why did they abandon me? Where was he during my prom? Where was he for my 18 year old birthday? Where was he when my daughter was born?
It was difficult to move forward for the rest of my life, it was painful and even frightening because I had lost the lighthouse that only faith knows how to be in such dark times. I became pessimistic and skeptical, but my curiosity was quadrupled. I wanted answers. I want answers. I seek them, I find them, otherwise I continue to search. And what's good is that my quest is your quest, and your quest is mine. Your findings will be mine, as mine will be yours. So my quest took me to question religion, its origins, its sources. So I did some research. And historically speaking, we have managed to determine that Jesus of Nazareth did indeed exist.
I know he existed because the evidence is unequivocal. And even if I do not believe in God anymore, I know that Jesus was a real inspiration after all. He tried to change the world and he succeeded, to say the least. However, there is still a lot of speculation as to his life, how it ended and where. Some research suggests that he did not died on the cross. He had an uncle with significant financial means and good relations with Roman officials. Jesus would has been took down from the cross and exiled with his wife and children in the south of France, in the region of present-day Marseille.
You must understand that, whether true or not, it is much closer to reality than the Bible can ever be in my opinion. It is based on rigorous research and careful observation. And in this same order of ideas, let me finally share with you what I "believe" in, if I really am capable of such a thing. And it's based, as far as I know, on science. So do not hesitate to refute what I "believe" or rather what I believe I know, I'll seek the truth as soon as I read you.
It was observed that nothing can be created and nothing can be completely annihilated (the reason why the word Creator is so prestigious). All that exist already existed. Therefore, all that composes us, all that composes our chair or our car, is matter that existed long before we walked the Earth. And if nothing can be created or destroyed ... where do we come from and where will we go when our body perishes? And our consciousness (or spirit, soul, etc.) ... where will it go? We know that our brain is a hard drive that works with energy that our blood cycle generates (the only source of renewable energy that exists?). This energy cannot disappear if we turn to my first sentence of this paragraph. So inevitably there is something after death, but not for our conscience, our identity, I think. There is something after death for all the matter that makes us who we are. It will be recycled and possibly redistributed.
I see life a bit like the way rain is created. Pregnancy being the time that condensation reaches a certain height in the sky, and life the journey of a drop of water before it returns to the ocean that has released it. The pregnancy seems long and the formation of life is really laborious, but life seems to pass at the speed of a shooting star. The drop is recycled, decomposed, and others will be formed, one day, by elements they will share, but not simultaneously since the previous drop will never exist again (the probabilities forbid it).
I do not know if I managed to make myself understood... As Einstein put it so well, "if you cannot explain a concept to a 6-year-old child, it's because you do not understand it yourself" and that's probably true. I still doubt the realism of what I think I know. For the moment, that's what I know. I am nevertheless very open-minded and ready to read your versions of faith, of life after death or all that this text may have inspired you. I leave you with a quote from the greatest artist that this world has known in my opinion, resuming quite extraordinarily the extent of my faith, if any :
Originally Posted by Fred Pellerin
Faith is a seductive concept and sometimes I wish I could be possessed by it, I bet that it would have safeguarded me against many anxieties, innumerable follies and would have allowed me to be more successful in many aspects of my life... but I'm afraid that no matter how hard I try, I'll never be invested by it.
I'm condemn to know. Or to not know. Without nuance.
P.S. I do not claim to be a scientist or to have the infused science, I share my thoughts to create an instructive experience, so please stay kind and respectful! Also english is not my native language, so I'm sorry if there's any incomprehensible sentences and don't hesitate to point them out so I can correct myself.