Argg.
Meaning. Purpose. The point!!
My
life was fraught with emptiness. I lived alone in a tiny apartment
and floundered. I sat in front of screens for my job and then at
home for entertainment. My connections were present, but
meaningless. I did things that I thought were good works, positive
things to benefit society and make this world a better place, blah
blah blah. They did not fill me; meaningless.
Now,
I live in a house, with a spousal unit and two offspring units. I
still try to be a decent, upstanding citizen, but the emptiness
persists. A wise man once said that everything is meaningless, and I
agree. I just cannot fill my meaning hole.
Said
the idiot.
People
needn't search for meaning like a needle in a haystack in a room
behind one of a thousand similar locked doors that only open if you
have a special key that you received from a forest green leprechaun
on the first Sunday of a July in an odd year. Meaning is everywhere.
If you can't find meaning, then you aren't looking, you dolt.
Meaning is so prevalent it makes the world feel like some sort of
candy-landish, pink, fluffy nightmare. (But, don't worry, the ponies
are usually able to bring order back to Equestria by the end of the
episode.)
There
is meaning in relationship, meaning in work, meaning in play. There
is meaning in joy and meaning in sorrow. There is meaning in nature
and meaning in man's creations.
It
sickens me how much awesome stuff there is out there to find meaning
in. Where do I start getting fulfilled?
There
is no place better than religion. For what is religion but a
defining of order and meaning in our existence. Religion is any set
of beliefs predicated on faith.
But
religion is also that which we hold to be the highest in our lives.
A Nascar fan is as much a religious fanatic as an outdoorsman
worshiping nature.
The
problem with organized religion is that in choosing one, you are
agreeing to settle and find meaning in the values of that particular
ideology. Can a believer in Jesus also believe in dozens of Hindu
gods? Can a Muslim embrace astrology? No!
This
mutual exclusivity saddens me. As if one brand has a monopoly on
truth. If Joseph Smith is the true prophet for one person, and
Mohammad is the true prophet for another; can I not revere one this
week and the other next week. I want to worship candy to the
exclusion of all other means of sustenance this week; and next week I
want to only eat black beans and water chestnuts as part of my
cleansing ritual as I prepare to enter the presence of my alien
overlord, who I believe will be returning to a ditch on Route 69
later this month to return us
to our rightful places as rulers of the planet Delousiona.
Each
week a different god, each week a different chance to find meaning.
Each week another set of beliefs and tenets and rituals and
sacraments to chronicle and adhere to. What a thrilling journey!
Join
me, won't you. Don't get bogged down in searching for meaning and
something to worship and tithe to on your own. Here at Cult of the
Week, we'll voyage the plentiful seas of possibility together.
And
don't worry, T-shirts and mugs and other identifying paraphernalia
will be soon be available for “reasonable suggested donations.”