The Jewmanist

Last Friday I posed a question, What’s the point?

From the true believer’s perspective, I have a difficult time understanding what the point actually is. Are we just a show for some other larger being that sculpted us from dirt and clay? To me, that’s pretty bleak, but it’s someones else’s bliss (no matter how much I can’t fathom that being a comforting thought). There’s no freedom of choice or will. But as long as one’s good without those silly things, then its all good.

My mother recently asked me this, as pertaining to life itself. What’s the point of it all?

To summarize her point: we’re born into an imperfect world filled with suffering, only to grow old and watch everyone around you die. Then, die yourself. Hopefully without much pain. Hopefully without the need to depend too much on those around you in those latter days.

Evolution is beautiful. This amazing process spanning over billions of years coagulated into one awesome theory. No matter how many times I post about evolution, I can never say it enough.

I’m not really here to debate creationism, though it may seem so. My main goal is to shed light on why evolution rocks all socks.