I believe in Gods, but my Gods have no problem with you or anyone else doing whatever the heck you want, and we’ll probably end up in the same afterlife…
Around the fire, we can sing to praise Óðinn. It calms the mind and inspires. And I agree with your sentiment exactly - I’m Nietzschean in my philosophy, but I use belief as a tool, at least while I’m personally figuring out where to go in light of the death of god.
I believe in Gods, but my Gods have no problem with you or anyone else doing whatever the heck you want, and we’ll probably end up in the same afterlife…
Not if I get my way. I’ll have access to a holodeck that can make me food, and you’ll never see me again!
They sound like great Gods, and I’ll believe in them even though they don’t exist. Where do we meet up to sing?
Around the fire, we can sing to praise Óðinn. It calms the mind and inspires. And I agree with your sentiment exactly - I’m Nietzschean in my philosophy, but I use belief as a tool, at least while I’m personally figuring out where to go in light of the death of god.
My gods are old and come to me in dreams to show me an ancient city, deep beneath the ocean. I think they’re trying to tell me about Atlantis.
I do hope that city isn’t called R’lyeh…