Dear God,
Hope you're doing well up above. I am ok. I am being taken care of, I've food and I've People who love me. That's enough and Thankyou for that. I like how you sent me that last life lesson. First some heartbreak and then some immense hope and love. Thanks for that as well.
Now. Coming to the point of this letter. Not that I don't believe in you... Some things you do don't seem to make sense to me. But then most things in life don't, so no big deal.(Ouch. I know.) I just thought I should tell you why I call myself an Agnostic.
I am an agnostic because I believe people have ritualised you way too much. You're abstract. You're probably Gravity or some smaller-than-a-neutrino/ nano particle that causes 'life', you're probably that mysterious phenomenon that caused the big bang, you're probably something mankind still has to discover with its semi blind science.
Please, these people only have theories of as to how the world came into being, they do not know if a wave is the same thing as a particle, they went and made the atom bomb and a lot of them think money stuffed up their safes is going to keep them alive.(Sucked at 12th grade science but still) They've no idea what they're doing (neither do I, frankly) but a LOT of them fail to understand you're a concept that can give us all peace and happiness and all the nice things from Idealism land. That you're abstract. Like love. Love, that is personal, or should i say Customised, for every individual. That putting you through legends and stereotypes and mythology is probably great to listen to and watch animated movie versions of and probably even believe in but not to cling on to and be fanatic about. That even YOU are not worth killing other beings!
To me, You're a great concept; a Comfort Blanket of the first order and of the best quality. All of us need comfort blankets and emotion cushions. We like to think of you as Benevolent, Just, Good, Loving and Forgiving. A warm voice that talks us into mental peace and calm. An all powerful voice to complain to, to derive strength from to fight things out of our hands. Like our mothers/fathers/best friends/special persons. Each one of us have different needs and so our emotion cushions differ.
Believing in you is fine. Killing for you is not cool at all.Because all your religions (Religions are but your different flavors. Like ice cream flavors. 'Coz you obviously wanted us to have a choice) How could you be so quiet about it? Send something. I dunno a meteor or something. Or an apocalypse. Or sausage rain. Something. Anything that will make people see that its stupid to fight and kill, no matter what; that its abominable to be wrong no matter who they are; that it is against Nature to Lie and Cheat; that discrimination is inhuman and NOTHING justifies taking another human's life.
Morals are for scaredy cats they'll say. Morals make a man, a man and a woman, a woman. The others can go do sexually unpleasant things to themselves. Why? Because thats what they'll do anyway. And Thats what they deserve all life long anyway.
Sincerely,
Me.
PS. I might have been serious about the sausage rain. :)
