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A Life Conditional 2/2

by Roald Sinissaar   »

This post is the second of two parts, a special task for Paavo. See part 1.

If God hadn?t left any proof of his existence, mankind would have long ago forgotten that ancient dream of an old bearded man high up in the clouds. Yet the governors of great nations in history have kept it alive, for if it weren?t for Christianity, they couldn?t justify their wars and killings and destruction.

Unless God exists, we are all doomed ? destined to suddenly ?turn off? after not to be claims victory over be, to drop into eternal darkness, our eyelids closed and the eyes beneath them hopeless in their search for light.

If in that darkbright nothing we find what we?ve never sought, is not the not searching worth the nothing that our mortal coil shall never find?

Supposing there was no life beyond death, what?s the point of all this ? the two thousand and ninety eight daily tasks, done to achieve nothing in the long run, only making us miserable and getting our bodies closer to death.

And if indeed there is an afterlife we unconsciously strive toward, does 80 years of secular work warrant an eternity of bliss and virgins?

What if Everything was simply a typo of Something greater, would any of the abovementioned matter at all? If it did, would the Typo not be Everything? And if a typo was Everything, what would the keyboard be worth on eBay?

For that matter, what matters? If everyday tasks are trivial, is everything not meaningless? Given that there is a deeper reason and purpose and cause, everything matters, anything we do is in fact the purpose of existence.

If a conditional sentence goes into the forest and pretends to be a question, but nobody is around to hear it, does it still require an answer?

That matters.

About the author
Roald Sinissaar

Roald-Henrik Sinissaar is a student slash freelance designer slash creative dimwit, who, in addition to designing this blog, has put the better part of his better years into creative tasks administered by higher powers.

And he shall never again speak of himself in the third person.

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