Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious porn-site of "hot chicks galore",
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
"Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"
Quoth the server, "404."

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-surfed, weak and weary,
For many a quaint and curious website of X-rated lore,
Found the server nearly napping, http replies a-slacking,
Though my loins were filled with burning, yearning for a teenage whore,
And as I paused awhile in hope that service be restored -
Quoth the server, "404."

Once upon a night-time dreary, as I web-surfed, red-eyed, weary,
I resisted strange and lurid websites of hot sex galore,
But my curiosity grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I gave in and clicked the link to see what waited there in store.
And with the clicking, came the ticking, of the page that was no more
Quoth the server, "404"

This is regarding the Big Question, is there a God? From my point-of-view.

I like this topic and I've gone to long measures to form a personalized opinion on the subject. Not many will manage to read this, but I promise that you will most likely see a glimpse of reason within it if you do, hopefully I will too, because I haven't written down my thoughts about this in years, and it has evolved quite a lot thanks to self-studying - this will be extremely philosophical, you have been warned.


First off, I'd like to point out that most, if not all, involved in this debate bypass, unknowingly or not, the actual question and gone to specifics regarding either the consequences of the so-called faith in God or the validity of either side, without ever touching the question "Is there a God?"

The debate usually evolves into a critique on the capitalization of faith, being - church and / or organized-religion, and mostly out of context to its role as a sociological power-structure.


Now, let's focus on the main question.


Man has thought about this problem since he first had a thought, and given that we are in no way, and I underline this without using the underline format, intellectually superior to our ancestors dating back thousands of years. All we have now that has given us the illusion of intellect is our knowledge / awareness - completely irrelevant of the human intellectual prowess. Now we have, in general, more "fragments" and "bits" of knowledge compared to our ancestors, but what matters most is how we put those bits together into a mold, the fact still remains that we are still using the same tools of the trade as they had at their disposal 10.000 years ago - the only difference being situational at best.


This brings me to Bertrand Russell's (1872-1970) protegé, who surpassed his philosophical and mathematical genius, Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951). He wrote an essay simply called "Philosophical Investigations," widely regarded as "unbelievably logical," but still has not sunk into our general knowledge even though it has been published and logically agreed upon, which of course can be said about most academic word of any significance.


The curse of our intellect, and in turn; the bane of philosophy, is language itself (in the end of the 19th century and beginning of the 20th, philosophy was mainly about philology, the philosophy of language) . Why you might ask, is language, our source of everything defined, the curse and bane of everything in itself? The simplified reasoning is that language is a tool that we can willingly manipulate to portray ideas and situational conundrums without any necessary connection to the Natural World. We can create problems with our language alone that can never be solved or explained by anything other than the same, more-so or equally, disconnected and manipulated tool, the language. When we use the language to portray the simply "unexplainable" we find ourselves in a similar situation, as Wittgenstein said, as a fly - stuck inside a clear glass bottle. The fly notices the Natural World around it and assumes it can fly about as usual, but just so much that it hits an invisible barrier that cannot be explained by what the fly senses with sight. The language is this glass-bottle, and without connecting it to the Natural World with logistics and reasoning - we will never be able to see the exit above. This encases our perception of Nature inside an invisible barrier of non-defining word-definitions. We are at a time where we ignore knowledge that cannot be spoken in words, and what we can not see or explain - we simply give it a word, which consequently makes us aware of what we do not know, by definition alone, this poisons our thoughts from the inside out rapidly without realizing it.


Nietzsche mentioned how we can destroy the beauty of Nature with definitions. Imagine taking a child to the beach for the very first time, it sees an infinite mass of liquid that

An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.

Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?

The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad....I became a prostitute...."

"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."

"OK, dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million."

"For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club....(takes a breath)....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...."

Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.

Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff.

"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old man a hug.